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We all jumped when Tex boomed, “Fuck Starbucks!”

“Word, my man,” Jessie replied.

Tex crunched into another chicharron.

My three friends herded Eric to the bar, and I led Cap to a safe space, that being through the kitchen, the employee locker and break area, out the employee entrance and amidst the herb garden.

I then put both hands on his chest, leaned into him and said, “Okay, totally down with you looking after me.Totally,” I stressed.

He knew what was coming, put his hands on my hips and started, “Babe?—”

“But you don’t have to protect me from your own people,” I finished.

“Tex is a lot,” he told me something I’d figured out on my own.

“Tex is down here because your people know you and I are a thing, and he wants to look me over. I love he cares enough about you to do that. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful, really. I mean, it isn’t like he drove down from Flagstaff or something.”

Cap looked into the windows.

I put my hand to his cheek and brought him back to me.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re seeing your dad tonight, and you don’t need to put up with any shit on the run up to that.”

Ah.

There it was.

I leaned deeper into him. “Honey, I promise.I’m fine.”

His eyes moved over my face.

Then his hands moved to my ass, he bent his head and kissed me.

It got hot, it got heavy, and I’d wrapped my arms around his neck, and we were going for it when we heard Jessie shout through an opened pane in the window, “Get a room!”

“No! Don’t! This is hot!” Harlow shouted out of another one.

Cap broke the kiss.

I twisted my neck to look over my shoulder to Tito’s table.

His sunglasses, as ever, were covering his eyes.

But on his lips, there was a smile.

SEVENTEEN

INNER CAVEMAN

At around 5:57 that evening, I was standing in my bedroom staring at myself in my full-length mirror, realizing how fortuitous it was that Tex showed at SC and provided a distraction.

I wore the off-the-shoulder, figure skimming, mid-shin-hitting, black jersey dress that Luna had suggested for my first date with Cap.

Inspired by Betsy’s walls, I’d paired this with my bubblegum-pink, patent-leather, killer spiked pumps. I’d smoothed my hair back into an artful bun at the nape of my neck. I’d augmented this with a hammered silver collar and wrist cuff, along with a big silver statement ring. And I’d refreshed and augmented my makeup and perfume.

I looked like a woman who had it going on.

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