“Where’s my autographed picture, Carter?” “My bad.” I grinned. “I guess we’ll have to hold a private photoshoot later.” Bailey reached over to my side of the truck, poking me in the bicep. “You’re going to offer up things and not deliver them?” I dropped my voice, giving her a look. “Oh, I can deliver.” Her eyes widened slightly, pink lips curving into what could only be described as a flustered smile. It was cute as hell. She shifted her weight, biting her bottom lip. “I guess we’ll see.” “Guess so.” Hopefully tonight. I mean, I could be patient. Would be patient. But I could still hope,
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