Besides,” she winked at Nate, “our guest might be family someday. Young man, you do look like you work out.” She reached for his arm and Nate obligingly flexed it. “Oh, my.” “You like that? I got another one right here,” he said with a grin and flexed his other arm, the one right next to me. “Perci, give that a feel,” Mimi said. I hesitated, unsure where feeling up my fake boyfriend fell on the list of acceptable actions when on a fake date. Nate nudged my shoulder. “Go ahead. I don’t bite.” So, I did. He was solid, lean but muscly and warm under his t-shirt. All those hours doing
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