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Since Mike thinks of every male as competition, I doubt it was as easy as Mark describes.

“What really happened?”

He rolls his eyes up for a moment, letting out a heavy breath. “Okay, Hayden showed a little cleavage and got him talking. She wanted to know more about Danny and how he could cheat on someone like you.”

My lips twitch because that would do it. We didn’t label Mike the pervy uncle for no reason. “You make me sound like a high-class model. I’m just an average person.”

His pupils darken as he cups my arse. “There is nothing average about you.”

“Funny, because not even a week ago you thought I was crazy.”

He leans in, kissing my neck, but I still feel his lips tug up into a grin. “I still think you’re crazy. I’ve just come to like that about you.”

I pat his chest, laughing. “Nothing beats your crazy.”

He grins wider, pressing his lips to the sensitive part below my ear. “But you still like me.”

“Maybe.”

“No maybe about it,” he growls, pulling back. He tucks my hair behind my ear, cupping my face. “You definitely like me. And I like you.”

“Enough to share the snacks you bought earlier?”

His brows pinch together. “I said I like you, not that I was in love with you.”

I throw my head back, laughing. “Have you ever shared food?”

He doesn’t even stop to think about it. “Nope.”

I run my fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. “Then I won’t take it personally,” I tease.

He runs his fingers down my spine, leaning in to tease his lips against mine. “Are you ready for karaoke?”

“What if we stayed in bed and had lots and lots of sex instead?”

“Yo, you ready for karaoke?” Liam asks.

Mark and I pull apart, watching as Liam finishes doing up his buttons on his Hawaii shirt.

“You are going to sing?” I question, wincing. I heard him on the plane. He couldn’t carry a tune to save his life.

“You aren’t?” he asks, his eyebrows pinching together.

“I can’t sing,” I reply, even though both Summer and I love a bit of karaoke. But that was in the privacy of our own home or in a room full of strangers. I will see these people again.

The flesh between his eyes creases even more. “It’s karaoke. You aren’t meant to be able to sing otherwise it would be called a concert. Plus, the winner wins a bottle of vodka and champagne.”

I glance at Mark, seeing the excitement in his eyes, and it occurs to me. “You are competitive over karaoke too, aren’t you?” I deadpan.

“You aren’t?” he asks, like it’s bizarre to him.

I roll my eyes. “Of course you are. Let me get my bag.”

“You might want to take some paracetamol. Our family loves a dose of liquid courage before karaoke,” Liam calls out.

“I’m not getting drunk,” I call out.

That’s the last thing I need to do.

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