Patti followed. “That went well.”
“You want her? Bring your A Game.”
“What if I don’t have one? What if bumbling buffoon is my A Game? Huh?”
Patti crossed her arms, eyeing him in disgust. “What I saw last night in the bathroom, that was A Game. This—I don’t know what this is.” She waved her hands angrily.
Clayton leaned close, talking quietly. “I’m terrified! I can’t go up to her now and lay one on her. And I sure can’t go up and flirt when she’s with him.”
“Fine. Sneak another grope in the bathroom.” She stalked away.
Clayton shut off the hose and put it away. He wanted to be alone, but knew better than to…
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