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“We’ve gotta look out for each other, right?” He thumbs the condensation off his glass. “Two single people just trying to get by.”

There’s that vague sense of sliminess again. “Um, right.” I force a smile, lecturing myself to be kind to him. What can a smile hurt?

He scoots his chair a couple of inches closer to mine and leans in. I rest my gaze on my margarita