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My eyes flick toward the bar out of curiosity.

He’s still there. She’s still there. They’re looking awfully chummy together.

“Who is that? Do you know her?” She’s craning her neck, trying to get a good look at mystery girl. “Is she someone you work with? She’s ridiculously gorgeous. I need to ask how she gets her hair to stay that curly becausedamn.”

“I don’t know her,” I say quietly.

Denny’s still looking at them. “Why are you being a creeper then? You and that people watching of yours, so weir—”

Slowly, she faces me, her eyes wide, mouth slack.

“Monty, is that Robbie?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Is that Robbie withanothergirl? That same Robbie I said was playing you?”

Here we go.“Yes.”

“That son of a bitch!”

She leaps off her seat and marches their way before the shock wears off and I rush after her, though not before grabbing her drinks, leaving mine behind in my haste.

Denny’s mouth is moving fast, no doubt giving Robbie the business as I make my way toward them as fast as I can.

I arrive just in time to hear Robbie say, “You’re not Monty.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I’m her twin.”

Robbie’s hazel eyes slide my way, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a grin.

“You never told me you have a twin.”

I shrug. “You never asked.”

“Oh, excuse me. My bad. I’ll add that to my list of questions to ask everyone I meet. ‘Hi, great to meet you. By the way, do you have a twin? I need to know just in case I get accosted in public. I have to make sure it’s not you. You get it, I’m sure.’” Robbie’s grin grows. “What is it with you Andrews gals attacking me?”

“What? We havenotattacked you,” Denny argues.

“I beg to differ.”

“Beg to differ all you want, bucko. We haven’t done shit.”

His lips thin as he tries to hold his laughter back. To me, he says, “You didn’t tell her?”

“Shush, Robert.”

“She calls you Robert?” the woman, who I almost forgot about with all of Robbie’s sexiness so close, interjects.

“We’ll get to that later,” he says casually. “I’m dying to hear Monty tell Denver this story.”

“How do you know my name?” Denny snaps. She gets so protective of me when she thinks I’ve been done wrong. “How does he know my name, Monty?”

“Because I told him.”

“What’s this ‘attack’ he’s blabbering about?”

“He’s delusional.”

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