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He must not hear my telepathic plea, because he’s already moved on, helping Cindy fill a tray with half a dozen of our popular house brew flights.

“Night,” I say softly.

“Good night,” Molly calls as I leave, and I know without a doubt she’d never ruin a perfect kiss by telling the guy she had lube.

Jake

W

hen Molly asked for her third beer