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To be fair, in his own brain he probably is.

“Want to take a wager on that, G?” he asked as some girls walked past, giggling as they took a gander at him. Against the bright red banner, he looked every bit Mister March, and he liked to remind everyone he was the hottest fireman on the calendar every chance he got.

Gina shook her head. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I am, but... I’m a hot idiot,” he chimed as Mitchell snapped another photo.

“Any new recruits yet, G?” Dawson asked as he shifted his stance, brushing off his charm and turning to business.

“Not yet, but the day is still young,” she said with a shrug.

Dawson nodded at me, glancing at Weston with that look that I knew was trouble.

“What are the odds...” he said with a smile.

“Dawson, don’t...” I begged. I knew Dawson well enough to know he would make a scene just to get Weston over here, just so he could push my buttons.

Even if he thought he was helping.

“Isn’t that the guy you were singing with last night at karaoke?” Mitchell asked as he snapped a photograph of Weston, who was now checking out Sandra’s Homemade Candles & Candies booth.

“It is,” Dawson answered before I could even speak for myself.

“Shut up! You did not karaoke with Weston freaking Rhodes?” Gina said in mock-shock.

Instantly, anxiety flooded me and I felt as if I wanted to crawl under the table to avoid this whole conversation.

“Wait... that’s Weston Rhodes?” Mitchell asked in surprise.

“Who?” Dawson asked, clueless as usual. For a man who loved to know everything, he was always somehow the last to know the town gossip, despite being in the middle of it all the time.

“The heir to Rhodes Enterprises, Dawson. You know, the tech guys who upgraded our entire security system, the very company whose idea it was to put this fundraiser together...” Gina gaped at him.

Dawson only had to audacity to blink like a sleepy kitten, the gears in his head obviously working overtime.

I felt as if I was truly going to be sick. But perhaps it was just the fact I hadn’t eaten anything more than a donut and twenty ounces of iced coffee this morning.

Dawson whistled, a laugh escaping his throat. “Nice catch, Cade.” he said, flashing me a wink.

“Does he have a big dick?” Mitchell teased, cracking a smile.

“Oh my God, Cade, did you two—” Gina chimed in, and the heat rose up my neck into my cheeks, betraying any words I might say to try and save my dignity.

I was rather flustered and all I could do was shift my stance, trying my hardest not to focus on the fact that Weston was walking over to my booth.

“I do not kiss and tell,” I snapped.

Mitchell let out a laugh as Dawson childishly taunted him, Gina’s ‘oh my God’s’ coming out more like guinea pig squeals.

Kill me now.

“That is a resounding yes!” she teased, and the mortification set in as the blood rushed to my cheeks.

I need to change this conversation right now, or I need to—

“Mr. Rhodes, so nice to meet you!” Mitchell said far too cheerfully in my opinion, pulling me from my internal meltdown.

Weston stood only a few feet away, all long legs and tailored suits, his dark hair hanging in his dark, sexy eyes, and I couldn’t help but stare at the hot as hell heir to one of the most successful businesses in Jasper Springs, feeling frozen in place once again.

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