“I don't know how you don't see how much you want—” I cut her off by kicking her leg under the table and she yelps. “What the hell was that for?” I use my eyes to gesture toward Brenna. The last thing I need is for her to get some little fantasy in her head of Colby and me getting back together. She may think that's what she wants, but she's only five. She doesn't know what she's talking about. Mads groans. “A salad. I don't know how you don't see how much you want a salad.” “Because I don't.” “Not even if it's covered in delicious dressing and calling your name like a love song?” Okay, now
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