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I could hate hi me jealous of a bunch of nasty sluts who absolutely wouldn’t stop pawing at hiht off the little witch as leaning in to nuzzle her nose against his neck I itched to stalk over there, yank her away by the hair and nuzzle her nose against the first wall I foundas hard as I could

Okay, fine I had a whole boatload of issues instead of just a couple Suehis hand over the other one’s ass while the first one sucked on his neck? He was! Grr I hated hi, slow, painful venereal disease-ridden death, I glanced away "He is such a freaking azes full of sympathy, which made me want to pull my hair and scream, because I also hated how so many people kne much of a crush I had on Oren It wasn’t fair

"That’s it," I announced "I’ in confusion, before turning back to ether

I blew out a breath "I’ frantically around the place, I paused on the first guy I spotted "I’lanced over and winced "Hiave a very decisive nod "I’uy censoriously He was another friend ofhowtofriends

"No clue," I said, not caring who he was at all "How about I go ask him"

To be on the safe side, I snatched up the piña colada Blaze had abandoned at our table for a little liquid courage and gulped it

Slalass down, I let out a refreshed breath "Please excuseup, I threw a flirty little wave at Zoey and Quinn--or Zwinn, as I was going to call them henceforth--and I turned to make my way toward Mr Lucky, whoever he was

Except I couldn’t spot hione? Didn’t he knoas a possible candidate for clearing the cobwebs froina? My own personal cobweb duster

"Um" Zoey cleared her throat before she helpfully offered, "He went that way"

I jerked around to scowl at her Then I pointed at Quinn "Stop laughing My groove’s been on an extended vacation"

He irin I narrowed h didn’t slip out Then I glanced at Zoey She pointed ht direction I nodded rateful when I spotted ht ahead

I closed in on et ht if it was the last thing I did Fuck Sander Scotini and what he’d turned oing to let those assholes get er’s back was to led him out Maybe because he was the antithesis of Oren Shorter, pale-headed, not at all sporty-looking in a polo shirt and dark gray pleated slacks I doubted Oren even owned a pair of slacks

With one last glance back at Zwinn, I sent therin and plowed ahead until I ra hi all over the front of his pretty yellow polo shirt

"Ohrabbed up a handful of napkins from the table next to us "Are you okay? I can’t believe I did that" Or that I’d nailed him so perfectly

He turned to e, only for his expression to clear when he saw me I batted my lashes and cooed outLet et that for you" I dabbed at his chest a few times--not a bad chest, but not the best either--before I bent in front of him to sop up the spilled beer on the floor by his feet Once I had the floor reasonably dry, I stayed kneeling but lifted ?" I’m not sure if it was how close my face was to his junk, the breathiness in my voice, or the couy fell for it, hook, line, and sinker