“Still a charmer, Row.” Kieran’s lips twisted in a smirk. “The people’s prince. You know, Cal, he kicked me out of his restaurant last week.” “His ego couldn’t handle a better-looking man sitting there,” Cal guessed, stopping a good ten feet away from him. Yeah, she was definitely wary of him, even if she tried to hide it. “Are you saying I’m handsome?” Kieran arched a devilish eyebrow. “I’m saying Row isn’t,” she quipped back, burrowing deeper into her jacket and taking another step back from him. Seriously, what had I done in a previous life to deserve this kind of karma? Decapitated puppies
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