From afar, I glare daggers into the man-bun-wearing fool. I lean against the car, watching as he flirts with my fake girlfriend, reaching over and touching a lock of her hair and laughing with her. Does he think because she’s claimed that now he has to stake out his territory? Because it looks as if he’s trying to pull her into his lap. Penny smiles again, discreetly moving her chair a little farther away when the idiot leans in again. At least it’s only one-sided. I’d be all kinds of pissed if she had a secret paramour . . . And then I frown at myself. Why does it matter? I just need her for
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