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He fidgeted so his third beer Finally, he put down his knife and fork

“Gotta hit the ht back”

I nodded, staring down athih, which was right next to his napkin Kept staring at it through the tops of my eyes…

I heard Garrett chuckle loudly “You’re crazy if you think I’ this here”

With one quick motion he swept up his phone and slipped it into his front pocket My expression was all manufactured disappointment

“Sorry, baby”

He took a step, leaned over… and kissed ht on the forehead It took every ounce of will not to spit in his face

Then he turned, and I let out a long sigh of relief as he finally made his way toward the restroom

Forty

HUNTER

He was a little shorter than I pictured hi like the epitome of a self-centered asshole as he primped himself in the mirror

Another text cah Three simple words:

FRONT LEFT POCKET

I waited until he was at the urinal A dirty trick, but everything this asshole had done so far had been dirty

“Hey dipshit…”