“I’m not sure what I’d do, but I know she’d wish she’d never met you at all.” I laugh and dip to kiss her. “I think you may be a little crazy, Lyla James” “Only when it comes to you,” she says, smiling. I’m stuck on that smile for a long time, until I remember something. “Is your mic on?” She pulls the material of her dress forward, checks, and looks mortified when she meets my gaze again. I burst out laughing. “What, you don’t want people to know you’re so crazy about me that you’re jealous?” I grin, as I pull her toward the doors. “It’s not funny.” She scowls, then drops her head to speak
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