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“Hey, Gia,” he says, s playfully

“Hi”

I start my walk down the sidewalk, and he falls into step beside me

“Reo”

“Sorry, I don’t”

I keephim to distract me It’s not just about the fifty-fifty chance he sucks in bed—I can’t risk being seen with sonizable as Matt Da, but with the Saints about to start their first season as an NHL teaas soon

I’en is most definitely not

“Has enuinely puzzled

I stop walking and look down at the frayed jean shorts and black Ra I also have on orn, black low-top Chucks

“This laring

“I’ about your clothes It’s your eyes and your words that don’t match The flushed skin on your neck and your attitude of indifference You want me to think you don’t remember me, but you do And you want me to think you don’t like me, but—”

“I do?” I burst out laughing “I’ll give you points for creativity, Maverick Hagen Can you tell me what I want for dinner? Clearly you know my mind better than I do”

He grins “You want to let me take you out to Bavette’s Have you tried their steak?”

“Maybe I’etarian”

“Are you?”

I shrug “No”

I continue ain within a couple seconds