“As if I couldn’t adore you more. How cool! I’ll be there.” She looks at me. “As long as you’re not going.” Patsy gently elbows me. “Cash hasn’t been to The Rattler in a while.” “Don’t mean I ain’t itchin’ to go back.” I mean that. Sort of. I don’t miss the hangovers, but I do miss the live music. And the dancing. And the ice-cold beer. “Hmm.” Mollie taps a finger against her chin. “Maybe I’ll pass, then.” I hold up my hands. “Then I won’t go.” Mollie grins. I’m gripped by the urge to grab her face and— Hell no. No more fantasies about Mollie’s mouth. No more fantasies about Mollie, period.
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