“Uh, here’s your stuff,” she said, gently placing my keys and wallet on my left thigh. My good thigh, I realized. Shit, this girl was too much. “You can count it here if you want,” Shannon added. “Your wallet, I mean.” She tucked another strand of hair behind her ear. “I won’t be insulted.” The fuck? I stared at her. “What?” Shannon blushed. “Well, I just… I thought you might—” “I trust you,” I told her. “I’m not counting anything. It never even crossed my mind, okay?” “Are you sure?” she whispered, killing me with those big eyes. I nodded and resisted the urge to lean across and kiss the
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