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“Why don’t ya’ll pick on Mitch?”

“Don’t drag me into this They’d plot to force us into a duet of ‘I Got You Babe’ or so”

“Oh, that’s perfect” I said

“Man, don’t give them ideas”

“Too late,” Macy stated

Mal groaned, shaking his head, but I saw the s at his full lips Music and multiple excited conversations filled the bar It was busy, but luckily not too packed We weaved through the crowd Malcolh As we passed tomen, I looked back when I heard one make some snarky comme

nt about being with a white woap filled with people as we continued on We h-top table near the back I glanced back in the direction of the bar but couldn’t see the women

“You okay?”

I turnedout the crowd”

Macy and I got settled, and the guys headed to the bar after getting our drink orders I watched Mal’s retreating back until he disappeared fro self-doubt part of me wondered if those wo to hihts take over For all I knew, they could’ve been talking about soave me made me believe the comment was about us

“Done checking out his ass?”

I turned back to Macy, wide-eyed “I wasn’t”

“Uh-huh, sure I saw you watching hihty hard”

“Well, if I was, I’ue out at her

She scrunched up her face, which ood Is that new?”