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Rafe took the stool next to him and asked, “What are you shaking your head about?”

“You,” replied Nate with a grin.

“Me? What did I do?”

“Held the door for those women.”

“You would have too,” Rafe said with a frown.

“Never mind. Sometimes I think a woman could strip naked in front of you and you’d just keep walking.”

“You know that’s a lie.” Rafe chuckled.

Nate laughed along with him. “Yeah, what the hell was I thinking?”

Their banter was interrupted when Connie approached them. “Hey, Rafe. What can I get you, hon?”

“Just my usual, Connie. Thank you,” Rafe replied before turning back to Nate. “So, anything on the dickhead?”

“No. Nothing. I don’t think he’s gone either.”

“I agree. He’s up to something. Hell, with all the tourists still around, he can blend right in.”

“I know. Hey, are you going to the fair?”

“I usually do to watch the race.”

“I’m going to compete.”

“Like to lose, do ya?” Rafe teased.

Nate laughed. “I told Markie no one could beat Warren’s horse, unless it was you on Rocket.”

“Well, that ain’t happenin’.”

“Why not? Come on, Rafe. I entered. You can too.”

“I don’t think so,” Rafe said firmly.

“Come on. It’s just for fun,” Nate urged.

Rafe ran his hand across his mouth and shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he repeated.

“Fine. Pussy.”

“What?”

“You’re afraid to lose, while I don’t give a damn,” Nate taunted.

“Don’t try that reverse psychology bullshit on me.”

“Is it working?” Nate grinned.

“Why do you want me to race so bad?”

“I just thought it would be fun if we did it this year, but if you’re afraid...”

“I am not afraid,” Rafe growled.

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