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“No?” He looked down at me.

“No.” I chuckled, allowing him to help me up from the floor.

Still, the waitress stood, unable to speak.

“You sure?” Milo asked with lifted brows.

“I’m positive.”

“Can we get some wet linen, baby girl? Maybe next time.”

“Uh, yes. Sure. Can I get you anything else?”

“Two glasses of water and a check. Add all this shit to my tab.”

“Ye-Yes. Sure thing.”

She shuffled her feet, tearing her eyes away from me finally.

“She wants a taste, baby. I told you that when we first walked in.”

“She made me a believer just then.”

“I’m not tripping. If you’re with it, then so am I.”

“I’m not sharing you tonight, Milo. Get that out of your head if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Liar.”

“I was trying to share you. I just want to watch.” He chuckled, dodging my fist. “Come ’er, let me wipe your face.”

I stood still as he cleaned me with a dry dinner napkin. While waiting for the wet ones, I managed to get back into my dress and a new pair of nursing pads strapped on my chest. By the time the waitress returned, I was back in my seat, watching as Milo buttoned his shirt.

“Appreciate that.”

“Of course.”

“N—”

I shot Milo a warning, silencing him instantly.

“Don’t worry about the dishes. We break them all the time in the back. Here’s your ticket.”

She handed Milo a small tablet.

“You can check out when you’re ready. It’s been a pleasure serving you.”

“Bet.”

She disappeared again, leaving us alone to settle the ticket and prepare to exit. On wobbly legs, I followed Milo out of the establishment, unable to take my eye off the new rock on my finger. If he claimed it was practice for the engagement ring, I couldn’t imagine how beautiful it would be.

“Baby, my gifts,” I gasped, finally recalling the bags and bouquet.

“They’ll be delivered.”

Sighing, I pushed forward, ready for whatever the night had to offer as long as Milo was included.

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