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Chapter Twenty-Two

RIFF

Istupidly wiped Fiona’s kiss from my lips.

As though I could actually do such a thing.

As though my lips burned a bright shade of yellow or some other vibrant color that would tell Remi that I had just made out with his sister.

And for that matter, it was more of our tongues that had fun over our lips.

What a night.

Fiona went back to the bar first.

I put my phone to my ear and paced at the back of the bar, having an imaginary conversation.

I had no idea how long to pace to sell it for real.

Eventually Fiona texted me.

Griffin. You’re not acting for a fucking award. That’s good enough.

I waited another ten seconds and then walked toward the bar.

I ended the call that didn’t exist.

Remi watched the hockey game.

I felt uneasy.

Pissed off.

Horny.

Too many emotions happening at once.

And then some of those goddamn feelings hitting too.

Which meant it was time to call it a night.

Now this should be good. I leave. And then what? Fiona sneaks out of here too? Comes back to my place? Without Remi knowing a thing?

“I think I’ve had enough fun for one night,” Remi suddenly announced. “This whole thing is fucking weird. I can’t talk to my sister. She doesn’t listen. Then you jump in like some hero.” Remi nodded to me.

“I’m just trying to keep the peace,” I said.

“Yeah, well, fuck peace,” Remi said as he stood up. “Sometimes you need a fight. Get shit out in the open.”

“Are you challenging me to a fight?” I asked.

“Riff, I will destroy you with one punch.”

“One punch? You really think that?”

“I know it.”

“Then do it,” I said. “One punch. Go for it. I’ll give it to you. Freebie.”

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