The bag tumbles to the shiny floor, its contents spilling out on the way down. A giant box of condoms lands at my feet. Beckett and I stare at it, then exchange an amused look. Gigi’s cheeks turn a shade of red that doesn’t exist in nature. She quickly kneels to collect the fallen items, shoving everything back in her purse. “You didn’t see that,” she orders. I raise a brow. “Value pack, huh? Big plans this weekend?” “They’re not mine,” she says through gritted teeth. “You’re a bad liar, Gisele.” “Okay, fine, they’re mine. But I acquired them against my will.” “Out of curiosity, how many
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