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Asshole.
I know he's lying. He knows I know it. I'm pretty sure he knows I know he knows I know it.
This is getting complicated.
I straighten, jutting out a hip. “Interesting.”
“What's interesting?”
“You.”
“That's unfortunate.”
“Very.”
His mouth twitches.
“You're James.”
“No.”
“You're lying.”
“No.”
“That was another lie.”
His brows furrow. “So are we going to stand out here and argue all day while I’m in wet pants?”
I look at his crotch. “Your penis was in danger.”
“Stop talking about my dick.”
“I’m concerned.”
“You dumped a stranger’s water on it.”
“And you’re welcome.”
His jaw tightens. “Is that all?”
My eyes narrow. “You’re James.”
“You're fucking relentless.”
“I've been told.”
“I have no doubt.”
“Mostly by Violet.”
Roman’s jaw tightens. “I'm not James.”
“Then why did you know I was posting?”
“Because you said you were.”
“No, Hitman. I said I was posting when we ran into one another, and you said, I know.”
