“I got a whole town of men to fight through.” He grinned. I stood and leaned forward, our mouths whispers away from each other. “Say it, Riley Johnson, and I’ll march down to the precinct right now and let your dad take a pint of my blood.” Next to him, Dorothy stared at us and clapped excitedly like she was about to win something. I won’t allow it.” He stood, placing both hands on the table and leaned forward, across the space. “No?” I returned the glass to my mouth for a conversation-stalling sip. “What’s that?” His hand gently pushed the glass away. I tilted my head and took another sip, hiding behind the clouded glass. “What a sad soul I’d make, hopelessly lost in unrequited love, tied to a girl with a police chief father.”
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