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I choose to ignore the pang in my chest.

“Well, if my daughter is any indication, kids adore you, too, Liv.” His tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip. “Can’t say I blame them.”

“Flirt.”

“When it comes to you? Hell yes, I am. When am I going to see you again after today?”

“I know I’ll see you Saturday at the party,” I breathe, still wondering if I’ll even fit in when I’m there.

“That’s going to be fun,” he smiles. “I haven’t seen you dressed up yet. Can’t wait to see how you look.”

This man is shameless, and it just draws me in further. Our eyes meet, and I get lost in the pools of green and brown, the most beautiful shade of hazel.

“I’ll be sure to look cute then,” I tease.

Lane leans closer again, hand resting on my lower back. “Olive, wear whatever you want. You’ll still be the most beautiful woman there.”

My breath catches in my throat. “I guess we’ll have to see how true that is this weekend.”

“Can’t fucking wait.”

eighteen

Olive

Rory

Hey, Liv!

Are you still coming tonight?

Olive

Are you sure it won’t be weird if I’m there?

Rory

Of course not!

We’re all friends now

Olive

But I still haven’t met Knox, Josh, or Matt

Rory

And you’ll meet them all tonight

I know Harlow would love for you to be there

Olive

Then I wouldn’t miss it

I’ll see you later, Rory

I look damn good tonight.

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