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I wrinkle rins broadly, and this time it does reach his eyes "Tuck’s epic pursuit of you"

Oh God

"What are you talking about?" I squeak

"Ha Don’t play dumb, baby It’s been like a week since he tracked o a ithout tracking you down"

Anxiety pricks s on fantastic ter other guys with hiood, S You don’t have to give s "I just wanted to uy"

Wait, what?

"Wait, what?" I say aloud

Beau laughs "Tucker," he clarifies, as if I don’t knoe’re talking about "I know you have this vendetta against hockey players--"

"I do not!" I protest

"You totally fucking do!" He’s laughing harder now "Do you want me to list all the times I had to sit there and listen to you trash Di Laurentis? Actually, I wouldn’t even be able to list them That’s how often you did it"

"There ruht? But yeah, I’ awesoe your it cool He’s one of the nicest dudes I’ve ever met"

Sa me this?"

"Because I know you" He reaches out and tweaks a strand of roupies "You’ve probably already thought of a ive Tuck a shot And if one of those reasons is that you’re really not into hio out with hi brain of yours--" He gently taps my head "--talk you out of it, ’kay?"

"You should probably stop touchingupset"

He snorts "You really think onna stop one or two or all of theht?"

I blanch "Gross, Beau"

"Truth, Sabrina" He waggles his eyebrows "I’"

Huh Must be nice to live in a world where everything gets handed to you on a silver platter, where your hts to myself "So what exactly did Tucker say to you?"