“So who pissed you off?” “No one.” I reached for the coffeepot and poured swiftly while the drip hissed. “Bet it was that pretty boy you go to school with.” I laughed outright that time. “He’s not pretty.” “Oh, he’s definitely pretty.” Barrett narrowed his eyes at me and leaned in a little like he was scrutinizing me, before settling back and nodding with apparent satisfaction. “Okay, yeah, that’s what I thought.” I cocked my head, but he didn’t come right out and say what I thought he was going to. So I could add cleverness to his list of traits alongside pest. “The straight ones are always
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