61. Sterling
Chapter 61
Sterling
The man who had been behind me in line snorts as I set down my plate.
The fucker was making a beeline to sit next to my Courtney.
I shoot him a narrow-eyed look.
He dips his chin, fighting off a smile as he moves around to sit across from me.
That’s right, buddy, move fucking along.
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