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“Yeah, I’ with yet either,” Olivia purred “I’ll have to see if anyone else asks” She pursed her overly glossed lips, and I wanted to groan Instead, I took a sip of , could you be more obvious?!

“Aren’t you going with Steve? I’m pretty sure that’s what he told me”

Olivia’s face fell as coffee entered my windpipe, and I started co

ughing like an idiot, trying to hack it up

“Sorry,” I asps for air, then bu the rest of his drink

Crap I hurried with the napkins, reaching over the table, an to dab at Carson’s lap before I realized what I was doing and froze The palht

I wrenched , I noticed Olivia’s glare Biting leaned in her expression, she was not amused

“That’s funny,” Olivia said “Because I saw Mia on her way to your place just the other night and I specifically told her I didn’t have an official date yet And I asked her to see ifBecause if you are, I’d be interested” She pouted her lips and turned her flirtatious gaze back to Carson, and I wanted to puke

But Carson just ser”

I couldn’t tell if he was flirting or annoyed Weirdly enough, it al up for led and touched his arm

“Well, now you know,” she said

“I will take it under adviseht

“Great You do that” Olivia clicked her acrylic fingernails on the table, then with a wink, she turned to where Tasha was i off to the side, and they headed to the counter

When I finally shoved down h to look at hi the question in his eyes

“Nothing,” he said, but the lilt to his voice told