“The server is into you,” Cam said once she was out of earshot. I shrugged. “She’s probably wondering what the hell someone who looks like you is doing here with me.” “Someone who looks like me?” I smirked. “What do I look like?” “You know exactly what you look like,” Cam said pointedly. “You always have.” “What if I want you to tell me, though?” I couldn’t help playing with her. It came so easy. “Too bad. Women who got left at the altar don’t have to do anything they don’t want to do for at least a few hours afterward.” “Does that mean you’re ready to talk about it, then?” I asked. We had
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