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Payton winks at me across the table.

Knox grunts.

“Why would you offer to design me a logo?” Molly asks.

When I look up, the same curious expression is on her face. As if none of the other conversations around her had taken place. She’s been stuck in that question for ten damn minutes.

I like the fact that I’m affecting her.

A lot.

“Maybe I’m a nice guy.” I tilt my head. “Some might even say I’m a gentleman.”

Molly’s curious gaze turns dark.

I was hoping my words would remind her that I sent her home from my birthday without taking—much—advantage of her.

Blake snorts.

“Don’t fall for it, Molly. Any man who calls himself a gentleman is not,” Blake says.

“Thanks man.” I laugh and hope it lightens her response.

Nope.

“Trust me,” she says coldly. “I won’t.”

Ouch.

“And thank you, but I’ve had a logo made. I have my website up and running and a couple of clients already.” She announces and falls back into her conversation with Jacob.

Ignoring me.

Great.

I bet fucking Greg helped her.

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TWO HOURS LATER, when I’m back in my room, I search for the Brand Alchemy website and spend a good thirty minute's poking holes in it.

Greg did a poor job.

(He didn’t and I’m really fucking proud of her for creating her own business.)

I need to clear the air between us tomorrow. More than one person shot me a questioning glance and I don’t want the tension between us to ruin Knox and Payton’s day.

Or our Thanksgiving celebration. Even if it isn’t the official day tomorrow.

CHAPTER EIGHT

MOLLY

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“Tada!” Leilani says, as Jacob places the turkey on the table. “My first Thanksgiving turkey. Turkeys.”

Blake carries the second one out.

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