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“Remind me to thank him,” I grumble.

We finish loading the tray and head back to the booth and toward the group’s raucous laughter. Colton’s whispering something to Molly.

Her gaze snaps to meet mine, and she blushes. “Is one of those beers for me?” she asks.

I want to throw it in her face. Instead, I pass it over, along with everyone else’s drinks, before excusing myself for the bathroom