Page 81 of You've Got Male

Evie: It’s five o’clock somewhere.

Jonah: Where are you?

Evie: Shot Your Shoot.

Evie: I mean Shoot Your Shot

Jonah: Are you drunk?

Evie: Define drunk?

Jonah: Texting me to tell me you’re wearing blue.

Evie: I didn’t say blue.

Jonah: You didn’t have to. I can sense these things.

Evie: It must be another one of your magical abilities.

Jonah: What was my first one?

Evie: First what?

Jonah: Magical ability. You said another one, which means there is already one.

Evie: I can’t tell you. It will go right to your head.

Jonah: Which head are we talking?

Evie rolled her eyes so hard that she nearly toppled off her stool.

Evie: You just proved my point.

Jonah: You’re the one who wore blue.

Evie: Maybe I wore it for me.

Jonah: Even through text you’re a terrible liar.

She got worse when she was drunk, which was why texting him had been a bad idea to begin with. So then why did she?

Because you’re surrounded by a sea of handsome men, yet you keep thinking about one man. And his magic mouth.

Lord, what a mess she’d made of things.

Evie: Am not.

Jonah: Is this our first argument?

Evie: I’m not the arguing type.

Jonah: Then why are you aggressively swiping?

Evie went to punch in a reply and sucked in a breath. How did he know?

She glanced quickly around the room to make sure that she hadn’t manifested him. But there was no grumpy neighbor to be seen. A pang of disappointment pushed through her.

Jonah: Got ya.

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