Sparra just kept right on working, trying to get a spark plug out. “Dallas, he’s been over there with Davo for three minutes and he looked back over here for you about ten times already.” His gaze went from the spark plugs over to Justin and back again. “Make that eleven. He’s still yours. No memory loss gonna change that. I never did see what he gone fell in love with you once for, and now he’s about to do it twice.”
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