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“I thought you were going to come find me when you were free?”
Mitzy looked up from the stack of papers on her desk. “And I thought if you needed me, you could come find me.”
I shook my head—typical Mitzy. I closed the door behind me and sat down on the chair in front of her desk.
Mitzy sat back in her chair and smiled. “From what Rain is spreading around, she gave you and Six-Gun dueling blowjobs out by the dumpster.”
“Is that what she’s saying?” I chuckled.
Mitzy shrugged. “She made it sound much more romantic than that, but I know how to read between the lines.” She leaned forward. “I also saw you three headed out the back door.”
“And you believe her?”
Mitzy shrugged. “Hardly. I know Six-Gun would shoot himself in the foot before he touched a woman that wasn’t Memphis.”
“And what about me?” I drawled.
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