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“You know, like Captain America has America’s ass.” The Captain’s ass isn’t bad, but Julius’s is better. I’m keeping that to myself because I don’t need everyone else paying attention to it.

“The Captain does have a good ass,” Lane says with a smirk.

And there it is, my sister hitting Sawyer where it hurts.

“What?” All the teasing leaves Sawyer. “You think his ass is nice?”

“I said good,” Lane is quick to correct him, and Sawyer folds his arms over his chest, appearing annoyed. “I need to get to work.” She grabs her bag off the counter.

“No food for me?” I ask.

“You’re always welcome to my food.” Lane starts to pull it out of her bag, but I stop her.

“I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself.” Lane heads toward the back but pauses at the door. “See you around.”

“At the auction!” Sawyer shouts, making sure she can hear him. My sister doesn’t respond as the door to the back swings closed behind her. “She’s going, right?”

“At least to drop off the pieces she donated.”

“You don’t think she’ll stay?”

“I think you’ll be too busy to worry about my sister.” I’m not sure if she'll stay to watch or not, but I’m not about to help him out.

“I’m never too busy to irritate your sister.”

“You’re the main attraction for the auction.” Every single woman in our town, and the ones around us, will be there for the chance to have a date with Sawyer.

“Don’t remind me.” Sawyer runs his fingers through his short hair, appearing frustrated. It’s out of character for him.

“You okay?” I ask, but I miss Sawyer’s response because the bell chimes over the door and Julius walks in.

My heart jumps into my throat as his brown eyes lock with mine. It’s only for a heartbeat before he quickly glances away. Does that mean he doesn’t like the pink hair?

“See, why can’t she look at me like that?” Sawyer mutters to himself.

“What?” I ask in confusion. To be honest, I kinda forgot he was still here.

“Your whole face just lit up.”

“Shh.” I hit him, and he chuckles, sounding more like himself. “Maybe you should...ah...” I nod toward the door.

“You Thomas girls really are tough on the ego.”

“Get out,” I say, not moving my mouth. Julius glances our way, and for a fleeting second his eyes narrow.

“Fine, but—” He kisses me on the cheek, taking me by surprise. “You’ll thank me later,” Sawyer whispers. “I’ll see you, Livvy!” Sawyer says loudly before heading out the door.

Who the hell is Livvy? Never in my life has anyone called me that before.

When I turn my attention back to Julius, his eyes are on me again. Only this time he’s not glancing away, and there’s an annoyed expression on his face.

It’s the hair. He hates it.

Chapter Four

JULIUS

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