“Truth or dare, Redding?” “Truth.” Michael crossed his arms over his waist in a way that made me think Dean was going to regret that choice. “Admit it: I’ve grown on you.” Sloane frowned. “That wasn’t a question.” “Fine,” Michael said, grinning, before returning to torture Dean. “Do you like me? Am I one of your closest bosom buddies? Would you cry your little heart out if I was gone?” Michael and Dean had been at each other’s throats for as long as I’d known them. “Do. You. Like. Me.” Michael repeated the question, this time with gestures. Dean glanced at Lia, whose presence was a reminder
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