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AARON
Whoever came up with the phrase “the lesser of two evils” had never had to decide between wrangling the Baldwin twins and playing Paulo’s party games. But in the end, chivalry won out.
“I’m not a deputy, trainee or otherwise, but do you need a hand with the hysterical female?”
Romi’s eyes narrowed, but rather than bitching, she conjured up a smile. “I could help too? I’ve had plenty of practice at placating people.”
“Aw, Buttercup, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of Paulo’s vegnog.”
“I can drink it when I get back.”
Her unspoken words? Or pour it down the sink. I brushed my lips over hers, ignoring the scowl.
“Enjoy naming that tune.”
“Sometimes I hate you.”
But she didn’t, not anymore, and we both knew it. I gave her hand a squeeze and grabbed my car keys from the counte
