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“I can’t believe it. Are you serious?” Safiya asked. She was barely able to hold her laughter in as she waited on Darius’s answer.
His face was flushed. “Scout’s honor.” He raised his hand.
She swatted his hand. “You weren’t even a scout.”
He shrugged and laughed along with her. “You know what I mean.”
For the past couple of hours, they’d been riding round the streets of Las Vegas in his stretch limousine. They shared drinks and stories about themselves that no one else knew. He had taken off his tie and jacket and rolled up his sleeves, while she was bare feet.
“Butt dialing her grandma has to be a classic.” Safiya took another sip of her drink. Her tolerance meter was telling her she shouldn’t, but she was enjoying herself. Darius had told her stories from his rebellious youth,
