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“That’s not what I was going...”

“You don’t think I’m capable of working with a man without fucking him?”

Will flinched.

“That’s...that’s not what I was...that’s not fair.” he stammered, his face reddening.

She straightened her shoulder. “Isn’t it?”

“No!” He said, raking his hands through his hair. “I just...I just don’t trust...”

“Me?” she said, her breathing shallow. “Because that’s what it seems like.”

“Liv,” he said. “You’re taking this the wrong way.”

“It would be nice if you’d take me seriously,” she said.

“I do - God, of course, I do!”

“It’s not like we’re even in a relationship,” she said as she threw up her hands.

His jaw tightened.

“What are we? Fuck buddies? A booty call?” he said.

She rolled her eyes.

“You can be with whoever you want,” he said. “That’s none of my business.”

“That’s right,” she said. “It’s not.”

She twirled around, marched out the door, and slammed it behind her.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“How much work are youdoing for Representative Ray anyway?” Ben asked. They were gathered at the bar for Smarty Pints Trivia Night in their matching shirts.

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