“It’s mine,” he says. “You’re wearing my number.” “I told you I always liked being a good student.” I shrug and face him again. “How’s my spectating grade tonight, Hayes?” His mouth stretches into a grin, and I give him one right back. “My name looks good on you, Galloway.” “You think so?” “Yeah. Better than any of the other women in the arena. You’re the only one I want wearing it.”
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