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“You are too right,” Stella said as she laughed.

Maria went next, “Kiss, it would have to be Charlie Hunnam. To date, it would have to be Freddie Prince Jr. And to marry, hmm, I guess I will have to go with David Beckham.”

“You are all over the place,” Casey snickered.

Maria shrugged, “I like the variety. Sue me.”

Casey chuckled, “Okay, I’ll go next. To kiss, I will go with Josh Hartnett. To date, definitely Ben Affleck. And to marry, I gotta go with Ewen Bremner.”

I snickered; Casey had a thing for the moviePearl Harbor.

Nora giggled, “Okay, I have to go with Glen Powell to kiss. To date, I have to pick Josh Duhamel. And to marry, I definitely have to go with Scott Eastwood.”

Poppy laughed, “Dang. Those are my choices, too. But to kiss, it has to be Jason Momoa.”

Lizzie chuckled, “What is it about Jason Momoa, I just don’t get it.”

Stella and Poppy chimed in then, “The tattoos. The Muscles. The hair.” And then they both fist-bumped each other.

And then it was my turn. I had been thinking about this and knew my answer.

They all looked at me, and I sighed, “I guess I’m going to be different. I pick Jensen Ackles for all three.”

They laughed while Maria giggled, “You gotta pick three different men.”

I shrugged, “I can’t. I don’t know. I guess I’m a one-man kind of girl.”

Stella grinned at me, “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Lizzie smiled, “Stella’s right. You just do you, girl. It’s working.”

“What are y’all over here giggling about?” Mr. Hendrix asked.

Maria giggled, “Nothing, Mr. Hendrix.”

Poppy nodded, “Yeah, you know, just girl talk.”

Stella smiled up at her dad, “Just girl talk, Daddy.”

Then he looked at me, and me being me, I said, “No comment.”

That caused everything to snicker and then burst out with laughter.

It was after we ate burgers and hot dogs, had a dance party, and had cake that I was at the kitchen sink when I caught Mr. Hendrix walking into the kitchen.

“Wanna tell me what y’all were talking about?” Mr. Hendrix asked as I finished washing my hands.

I looked up at him and smiled, “No comment.”

He groaned, “Damn. Okay, well, do I have anything to worry about when it comes to my girl?”

I giggled, “No. But even if you did, as long as it wouldn’t put her in danger, I still wouldn’t tell you.”

That was when he gestured to the kutte that hung over his body, “You realize you're telling the president of an outlaw club, no. Right?”

I giggled again, I couldn’t help it, “Yes, I realize that. But to me, you're not in an outlaw club. Nor are you a president. You're Stella’s dad.”

The moment the last word fell from my mouth, Stella called out, “Chloe, did we doTransformerslast year?”

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