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“Oh, wonderful,” Hannah said.

“It’s just my shampoo and stuff. It’s fine.”

I scooped it up and closed the car door before I turned back to my guys. I waved my hand at them, signaling that I’d be right back. And when I did, their damn catcalling started up. Whistles filled the air and a couple of the guys gave me a thumbs-up. Then the comments began.

“We give you five minutes with that one!”

“I think you got ten in ya!”

“Pics, or it didn’t happen, Max!”

The guys burst into laughter as I snickered, shaking my head at those asshats. But when I felt someone tugging at the bag in my hand, I looked down to see the dark-haired girl fighting me for the damn thing.

“Give it. I’ve got it,” she said.

The bright pink of her face and the worried furrow of her brow told me everything I needed to know. She was embarrassed. And for some reason, that mattered. I held my hand up toward the guys again and made a fist, telling them they needed to shut the fuck up. And they did, too. Almost immediately.

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