Page 60 of Huckleberry Hill

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“You talked to Muddy?”

“Yeah, I called her. I had a question about the chocolate cupcake recipe. I was blanking on one of the ingredients.”

“Brewed coffee, right?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Twin tingle,” I said. “Gracie’s daughter got sick. So it was just me and Wade at the bar.”

“He’s still in love with you, you know.”

“Not you too. Muddy said the same thing. But I don’t want to talk about Wade.”

“What do you want to talk about then?”

I paused and then said, “Declan showed up.”

“Did he?”

“Yeah.” I sighed.

“Oh my God, something happened between you two, didn’t it?”

“No. I mean, well, yes, but no.”

“Hadley . . .”

“We two-stepped.”

“I’ll alert the church elders,” Salem drawled.

“No, you don’t understand. We two-stepped.”

“Unless you did it naked, I’m failing to see the issue. And that’s not really an issue, that’s a good idea actually. Naked two-stepping. It’s the new cardio craze.”

“Salem,” I hissed. “We almost kissed. In public.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t.”

“But we almost did.”

“Why didn’t you?” she demanded.

“Because I came to my senses.”

“You’re entirely too sensible. That’s your problem.”

“We can’t all be feral hyenas,” I mocked.

“That hurts . . . kind of.”

“It does not,” I said with a laugh.

“I’m getting Wyn on the phone and we’re taking a vote. Let me go get Poet.”

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