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Remy
I didn’t realize what I’d said until Asher sent me a confused grin. “Te amo? What does that mean?”
I froze, my mouth opening, but no words coming. I totally hadn’t meant to say that. He’d just been so cute with his OCD bottle arrangement and his voice flooding me with a happy, content feeling; the words had poured out.
“Uh...” Thinking way too slowly for my own taste, I said, “You know...good job...with your stocking abilities. I think you could win some kind of award with such damn fine alcohol shelving.”
The tops of his cheeks brightened as he strolled toward me. But then he shook his head and grinned. “Shut up, smart-ass.”
I loved the way he walked—that unintentional swagger in his hips was just so incredibly male. It was nothing like the c**k-and-go Jodi had tried to teac
