“Let’s do it here.” I glared at him, digging in my heels. “That’s Axe-Man’s station.” “You don’t say,” he said, unperturbed, still tugging me forward until I reluctantly followed him. “It’s better lightin’ over here.” “It’s nighttime.” “Right.” He stroked a hand over his chin. “Comfier chair?” I shook my head on a snort. “You’re trouble. Has anyone ever told you that?” His grin was wildly beautiful. “My fiancée does all the fuckin’ time.” I’d met Lila for the first time two days ago when she’d come into the shop to pick up Cleo for lunch at Stella’s Diner. She was just as glamourously
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