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“Which is?”

“Harrisburg.”

“And that’s where?”

“About twenty miles from here. It’s the closest place with actual bars and restaurants.”

“So do you set out with the sole purpose of trying to find a woman to take home?”

“I wouldn’t say that, no.”

“So then tell me how it works. What’s your magical secret for luring them in?”

“Luring them in?” He quirks a brow.

“You know what I mean. How do you pick up so many women if you’re not trying?”

“You make it sound like I bring a new woman home every other night.”

“Well, for all I know you do. I’ve only been here two days,” I remind him. “So tell me. What do you do?”

“I don’tdoanything.” He shakes his head. “I go to a bar. I have a few drinks.”

“And that’s it?” I gawk at him.

“That’s it.” He shrugs again.

“So they always come up to you? You don’t ever pursue them?”

“You know, for someone who doesn’t like to answer a lot of questions, you sure like to ask them.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to figure you out is all.”

“Any luck so far?”

“Still unsure,” I admit.

“Well you’ll have to be sure to let me know when you do.”

“I’ll do that.” I smile, dragging my teeth across my bottom lip.

I don’t miss the way Titus’ eyes follow the action, or the way my stomach clenches at the knowledge.

“Here we go.” I jump when the brunette who took our order a few minutes ago appears next to us seemingly out of nowhere.

Setting Titus’ plate down in front of him and mine in front of me, she spins around without another word and heads back behind the counter.

“So,” I clear my throat, pulling the toothpick holding my sandwich together out of the bread, “are you going to answer my question?” I ask.

“You asked me a question?” He picks up his sandwich and takes a bite.

“How does it work? With these women? Once you bring them home, I mean. Are you the love them and leave them type?”

He finishes chewing and swallows before answering.

“I’d say I’m more of the fuck them and show them the door type.” He grins, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Of course you are.” I roll my eyes, picking up my own sandwich before tearing off a piece with my teeth.

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