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Besides her, Wendy Jo adores that I’m always willing to be her pie guineapig anytime we swing by to pick up a late breakfast or dessert for the night, and Posie who we always pass by coming or going from The Dig Site goes out of her way to show me something new she found in the store that she thinks would match an item I’ve already got.

Not sure if she’s just anxious for a gal pal or using any excuse she can to be around Kipp.

Needless to say, fighting versus leaving has never looked so possible.

Plausible.

Felt so fucking real.

I don’t wanna lose that.

Them.

Tabbing out of their accounting program where I have so much more to still fix, I light heartedly begin, “Speaking of other people who don’t wanna touch you-”

“That’s not true.”

“-where is The Kid?” My mirth-filled gaze locks onto his. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping him? Isn’t that why you decided to stick around on this gray and cloudy Tuesday morning instead of pulling people out of the literal mud?”

“I’ll have you know I am helping.”

“Annoying me isn’t helping.”

“That’s not true, either.”

He’s thrown a sarcastic smirk that’s followed by me tucking away the pen I was using to write on my wrist into my messy bun beside my Mickey Mouse one.

“It’s lunch,” Nolan casually informs, hands finding their way to his pockets. “When we’re both in the shop, we take it together.”

“Yet I only see you.”

“That’s because he’s losing the wrap up convo battle to November.”

“It’s October.”

“John November.” He doesn’t bother hiding his crooked grin. “The local postman.”

“Does that make him more important than the mailman?”

“He is the mailman. But he prefers to be called a postman. Believes it holds more dignity.” The scrunching of my nose in silent objection gets a small chuckle. “Mind your elders, Rabbit.”

“I think you’d look good in a shock collar, Mutt.”

He lets his teeth sink into his bottom lip on a low grumble.

“You’re thinking about me in a collar now, aren’t you?”

“Collar, yes. Leash, no.”

Amusement tilts my grin at the same time I rise to my feet. “I’ll wear one if you do.”

“Fuck no.”

“Guess we’re on the same page then.”

Shooting him a wink as I pass by receives me the playful pop to the ass, I knew it would.

Pretty sure the two of them are the reason I’m suddenly so handsy.

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