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Absolutely ridiculous, and I was entertained. But Megan’s face said she didn’t like it. I knew why. “The Megansounds like an indie monster movie.”

“Or a bitchy basic girl.” Megan sighed. “Though to be fair, I’m pretty basic. But we are going to need a different name.”

“Then it’s not named afteryou.” Landon was trying to be logical.

I knew the perfect name. “Moonbeam.”

Megan blushed. “I love it.”

“I assume there’s a meaning there?” Landon looked between us.

“It’s what Nigel called me when we were younger.” The sweet, longing look on Megan’s face was as tempting as anything wicked or overtly sexual.

Landon lightly slapped his palms on the table. “Right. Moonbeam it is. I’ll make you one if you want. I need vodka, Triple sec, simple syrup, lemon juice, and blueberries.”

Like those recipes online that assumed everyone had condensed milk and real vanilla beans just available in their pantry.

Megan pushed back from the table and headed to the cupboards. “I don’t think Carly keeps a lot of mixers on hand. If she wants to drink, she goes out.” One cabinet door after another was opened and closed, and when Megan had searched them all, she turned back to us. “No vodka. We have Malibu rum, Karo syrup, and Seagram’s Seven.”

“You’re going to make me cry.” It was hard to believe Landon ever cried. “No, really. I just died a little inside. I’m not mixing Malibu and Seagram’s. That’s what college students call suicide, it’s not a drink you want named after you.”

Megan grabbed a pint of blueberries from the fridge, rinsed them, and rejoined us at the table. “I’m eating these anyway, and I’m puttinghave a bar name a drink after meon the list, because I like the sound of that.”

She set the bowl of fruit down, and grabbed a berry.

I plucked one out as well, drew my blade, and sliced the blueberry in half. I ate the fruit directly from the knife.

“Are you kidding me?” Landon’s disbelief made me realize what I’d just done.

It was something I’d learned years ago. I used to do it for the intimidation factor, but now it was just a habit, which was probably why Megan didn’t flinch. “What?” I was going to play the innocent card anyway.

“Over the top much?” Landon said.

“No? What? Are you critiquing the way I eat fruit?”

Landon watched me, lips pursed. “Are you telling me this is just how you do that?”

“All the time.” Megan had my back.

As long as I was going for the intimidation factor, I met Landon’s gaze and held it. “Would you rather I eat the fruit off you?”

He raised his brows.

“You can eat halved blueberries off me,” Megan volunteered.

And now I was hard. This was the point where I should tell herno. Not tonight. Not yet.

“It’s not sex—that’s what’s making you hesitate, right?” Megan managed innocent and seductive all in the same breath. She scribbled on the bottom of her list and held it up.

Have fruit eaten off me.

“You just wrote that on there.”Say no.

I didn’t want to.

Megan shrugged and dropped her list. “That’s what we’re doing, isn’t it? This is something I want to do before I kick the bucket, and we’re in the perfect position to do it right now.”

Technically, sitting upright was the opposite of the perfect position for what she was proposing.

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