Joey nodded his approval. “I saw this seriously expensive-looking bottle of champagne in the fridge.” “Yeah, I saw that, too.” “I’ve never tasted champagne before.” “Me neither,” I told him. “But I have a purse in the living room big enough to smuggle a bottle back to my place.” He stopped in the hallway and turned to face me. “Should we, though?” “Someone’s going to end up drinking it.” I shrugged. “Why shouldn’t it be us?” He studied my face for a long moment before making his decision. “Get your bag,” he instructed. “I’ll get the bottle.” “Already on it,” I replied, bumping his fist with
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