“How’s it going, Claire-Bear?” a deep male voice asked, distracting us both. “Oh, hey, Gerard,” Claire acknowledged in a nonchalant tone as she looked up at the ginormous blond boy standing at the end of our table. “How are you?” “Better now I’m talking to you,” he purred as he walked over and propped his ass on the table, keeping his huge back to me and his attention locked on my friend. “You’re looking as lovely as always.” Claire’s gaze darted from his face to mine and she gave me a WTF eye bulge before quickly sobering her features and saying, “Didn’t I hear you spin that same line to
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