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She glowers at the mention of the mess, but there’s no malice behind her stare, having loved every minute spent in this booth just as much as I did.

Monty pushes off my lap, standing as best she can in the crowded space. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Me?” I slap at her ass when she steps from the booth, laughing as I follow behind her. “You’re the one who was all, ‘Oh, baby, take me into the photo booth, baby. I wanna do something naughty.’”

Walking backward, she points at me with a grin. “I have never and will never talk like that.”

“A man can dream.” I wink.

She shakes her head and spins around, running smack into a passerby.

“Oof!”

I rush to her side, glaring at the careless moron who just nearly knocked her over.

He grabs hold of her shoulders, steadying her, and I want to rip his stupid fucking hands off.

“Miss Andrews? Is that you?”

That voice…I know it.

Monty smiles up at the guy. “Brandon, hi. Funny running into you here.”

“I was out for a bite at TacoWay. They’re darn hard to track down, but they have the best tacos in the city.”

I try really fucking hard to not roll my eyes when he says darn and not damn.Give me a break.

“What are you doing out here?” he asks.

My girl would make a horrible spy; she can’t stop herself from glancing back at me.

Douchebag notices.

I see the spark of familiarity in his gaze as our eyes connect.

“I was out doing the same thing. I heard from a, uh, friend how good they were and decided to check it out.”

He points in the opposite direction. “The truck is that way if you’re lost.”

“Oh, no. I already had some. I was…um…I was in the photo booth.”

His eyes dart that way, then briefly to me again before he returns his attention to her. Fucker is observant. I see it as he rakes his eyes over Monty, noting her messy hair and off-kilter clothing.

We both know nothing is ever out of place with her appearance.

He knows what she meant to say waswewere in the photo booth.

“Oh yeah? Wanna get a picture together?”

“No!” she shouts too loudly and too quickly. She brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “I mean, no. It’s not working. It’s broken. I tried.”

“Ah, well, what a shame. I bet we could have some fun in there.”

My fists curl at my sides, and I want to deck the smarmy fucker. I’m not one for violence, but if he makes one more flirtatious comment to my girl, it’s on.

“Well, I better get going, Brandon. It was great running into you, but I have to get home and get some rest. We have a busy day tomorrow.”

“I understand. Can you let me walk you to your car? I’d be a jerk not to offer.”

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