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I slid in beside Fox and plucked up my menu, opening it to avoid shooting glares at Raven. She was punishing me for last night. She didn’t win, so I supposed I had to give her this one.

“So, how was your night?” FNG chuckled, still looking at his menu.

“What?”

He lowered his menu slightly, then asked again. “How was your night?” This time, he gave an exaggerated wink.

“What are you doing?”

He frowned, winking again. “How was your night?”

“Do you have something in your eye?”

“No,” he sighed. “I meant…because I was next door to you.”

“And?” I played dumb.

“And I could hear a lot.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I leaned across Fox. “Were you spying on me?”

He reared back in surprise. “What?”

“Do you think that’s funny?”

“No, I—wait?—”

“I just meant that it sounded like…”

“Like what?”

“Like you two were…”

“Were what?”

He rolled his eyes. “Enjoying each other.”

My stare was unrelenting. I didn’t break eye contact with him for an entire minute, and the whole time, he squirmed in his seat, wondering what to do.

“You know what? I didn’t hear a thing.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I did,” Fox laughed, his gaze never leaving the menu. “Let me tell you, it would have gone a lot better if you had listened to a little Kiss Me, Kate.”

“Fox…”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah, what do I know? I only stalked my wife, got her to fall for me, and marry me. And I’m the psycho that listens to show tunes and dances while I kill people. But yeah, you’re right. Don’t listen to me.”

He closed his menu and shot me a wide grin.

“You’re a sick fuck.”

“And you’re still my friend. I think that says more about you than me.”

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