Page 121 of Exes and Oh Hell No

She smirks, a slow, dangerous curl of her lips.

And with a wicked glint in her eyes, she murmurs,“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The second the words leave her mouth, Connor goes completely still.

He takes a breath and blinks.

And then, his grin stretches wide, feral and victorious.

Oh, Allie.

I have to stop myself from shaking my head.

Connor leans back, arms spreading over the back of his chair like a king settling into his throne.

You just fucked up.

I glance from him to Allie, knowing she just waved a red flag in front of a bull.

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“What’s the color scheme?” Cole asks as he twirls his pasta around his fork. “I hope whatever it is goes with my coloring.”

I snort as Harper laughs.

She cocks her head, studying him.

“Cole. You have dark hair and eyes. Every color goes with your coloring.”

She picks up her wine and takes a sip.

“Navy and orange.”

“Oh, I like it.” Jake says, lifting his glass and taping it against Harper’s. “Flowers?”

She smirks. “Tiger Lily’s.”

“Nice.” Daltyn says, raising his glass. “I approve of your choices.”

“Good thing,” Harper sasses. “Cause I’m not changing them. You’d have to shut up and put up.”

Allie laughs, raising her glass. “That’s my girl.”

Connor’s eyes slide down Allie’s form beside him. “I can’t wait to see you in a navy dress. I’m thinking halter top. Really accentuate your cleavage.”

Allie takes a sip of her wine, eyeing him over the rim. “Good idea. I’m sure Mark will like that.”

Connor’s brow furrows as a glint of determination flashes in his eyes.

He clenches his jaw before his gravelly voice asks, “Who’s Mark?”

She sets her glass on the table, then flashes a triumphant grin. “My boyfriend.”

Connor’s jaw works back and forth before he smirks. “He sounds like a tool.”

Allie gasps. “You don’t know him. You can’t?—”

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