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“Yeah?” He lifts his drink and clinks it with mine. “I’m sorry too, Montana.” He clears the emotion building in his throat. “Well, now that I’ve made this extremely awkward, I’m going to head back to the table. I’ll let you get back to whoever you were texting.”

“I’ll be back over there in a few minutes.”

I watch him walk off, his shoulders resting a bit lower than before, and I feel bad for him.

I want to race after him and give him a hug, because that’s just who I am, but I don’t want to give him the wrong impression…again.

Maybe I can set him up with someone? Just to help get his mind off his bad breakup. Denny maybe?

No. That girl would eat him alive. They’re total opposites.

Like me and Robbie.

Speaking of…

I pull my phone from my purse and check for more messages. There are two waiting for me.

Python:He still bugging you?

Python:DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT

I gasp so loudly three patrons at the bar look my way.

I don’t care, not even a little bit.

My face is on fire as I stare down at the screen.

Me:ROBERT CROSS. WHAT IN THE…

Me:I think I may faint.

Me:THAT IS YOUR WIENER!

Python:I know. You’re welcome. Show him his competition.

Me:I am not showing anyone that!

Python:It’s okay to brag sometimes, Monty.

Me:It’s not MY wiener—what do I have to brag about?

Python:Um, that you’re totally hitting this.

Me:Oh. Well, I guess I could brag about that.

Me:But not with your dirty picture!

Python:Because you’re keeping it all to yourself, right?

Me:YES!

Python:*waggles brows*

My thighs tighten as I realize what he’s suggested.

Pleasuring myself.

Me:Not like that, you pervert!

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