Hey, big spender,” I said.

He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill.

“Hugh,” I said. “Don’t insult me.”

With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap.

“Hey, Seth,” Cody suddenly said.

I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. A look of comic bemusement was on his face.

“Hey,” he said, studying me. “So…you’re paying for dinner?

Author: Richelle Mead

Hey, big spender,” I said.<br /><br />He looked appreciative but more amused than anything else. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a one dollar bill.<br /><br />“Hugh,” I said. “Don’t insult me.”<br /><br />With a sigh, he produced a five and tucked it underneath my bra strap.<br /><br />“Hey, Seth,” Cody suddenly said.<br /><br />I looked up and saw Seth standing in the doorway. A look of comic bemusement was on his face.<br /><br />“Hey,” he said, studying me. “So…you’re paying for dinner? - Richelle Mead


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