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Getting up, Iaway after locking eyes would be the ultimate dick move

“Hey,” she says Her lips are slicked in pink gloss and her hair has been curled The floral skirt of her sundress blows in the light breeze

“Hi”

“You here with your ht?”

“She’s working some donut stand,” I say “She does it every year”

“The one with the line halfway to the parking lot?” she asks

“That’d be the one”

“Did you colow of the full ht, and she surveys the crowd

“Cash and McCoy are around here somewhere”

“Ah I’m sorry I missed them”

A week ago, she was instilted sations

“I was going to grab a drink and head to the Whiskey Moon and make a wish,” she says There’s a softness in her voice that wasn’t there last weekend “You want to come with?”

Her invitation catches reat place the last tiether Cash and McCoy are still at the end of their line The thing has barely budged

“Yeah,” I say Oliver’s warning plays in the back of my head, but if he happens to be here and happens to see us together, I’ve no doubt his daughter will tell the truth—that we bumped into each other

The bastard can rest assured I’

“You never told et in line at a beer tent “Whatever it was, did it come true?”

She orders two draft beers, and I pay

“Nope,” I say “It never did”

Blaire hands me my beer and takes a sip from hers as we continue toward the famed marble sculpture

“Neither did mine,” she says “Ivy told me all of hers have come true Every last one”

“I call bullshit”

“Are you saying Ivy lied?”