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“Michael, I can handle myself,” I hissed

He ignored uy here with no manners”

“Is that right? Well, I can see a couple guys in the rooet a seat,” Jeff said

I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because I’d putthe room out

“I can’t wait to get to hiood manners And God, those arms Yum”

I was officially in hell

The scraping of chairs and the soft protests of Mousy Man broughtbartender at Cooper’s, slid into the seat in his place, while Kell manhandled Mousy Man out of the roorin “Hey, Dahlia Sorry I’m late” His eyes drifted over me “You look hot”

I rolled est flirt on the planet “What are you doing here? Like you need help to get a date”

“Like you need help to get a date,” he countered, and then leaned across the table conspiratorially “So, what’s with the sheriff and the good detective ousting your last date?”

“He pretty much called me fat and was loud about it so they decided I’m a four-year-old who can’t handle herself”

Jace nodded, his attention dipping doard “Asshole You’re not fat You’re perfect”

“Eyes off my boobs, Jace”

His gaze drifted slowly upward “Sorry It’s just they’re right the—”

“I know They’re right there”

The bell rang before Jace could respond, and he winked at uy rinned at me, and I was about to return his open smile when Michael appeared and clamped a hand on his shoulder “Sorry, this seat’s taken”