CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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As we crouched in the bushes and crept forward, Denton poked me in the side. “Ow! Don't do that,” I hissed at him over my shoulder.
I had enough problems getting all the girls under control around him. I didn't need him to draw more attention. They'd all gone into hyper-swooning alert when Denton had gotten out of the car. After the hundredth picture and thousandth hug, or so it seemed, we'd finally gotten the show on the road.
He grinned and huddled closer to me. “I feel like we're in some show like Buffy the Slayer or whatever that name was. Should I have a pokey stick?”
“We're breaking into a house, not—who?”
“It was on the CW. Don't you watch those shows? Mena loved them.”
“Shhh!”
I dug my elbow into his side. “Be quiet. If I'm shushed by one more p
