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exclaims, “This young man found my polyps, and since they’ve been removed, I’m pain free! He’s such a prince!” She claps her hands together and grins at Rio. “My uterus thanks you!”
    Our waitress picks this exact moment to deliver our drinks. Hearing that bit, her eyes pop open along with her mouth. No longer staring at Rio in awe, she instead looks scared now. She stammers that she’ll return for our orders and makes a hasty retreat.
    Once more hiding my mouth behind my fist, I try like hell not to blatantly laugh. Dash isn’t so capable as I feel him shaking beside me, no doubt covering his mouth with his arm in an effort to be stealthy, yet looking anything but. I can’t look directly at him or I’ll definitely lose it.
    Fed up with us, Rio steely glares at Dash and me with a telepathic fuck you, absolutely wanting to knock our heads together before strangling us both.
    She pats him on the arm, which makes his face turn a bright red. “Have a good evening, doc.”
    As she waddles away, Dash and I are no longer able to contain ourselves, leaning against each other and gasping for air.
    Looking horrified, Dash leans forward and urgently whispers, “You have to see her naked?”
    Still in disturbed awe, I say to Rio, “Holy fuck. Remember in The Shining how that kid was called “Doc,” and when that naked chick suddenly turned old? That was—”
    “You two assholes need to knock it off,” Rio seethingly interrupts me, but it only serves to make us laugh harder.
    “I’m so sorry, Prince of Polyps,” Dash wheezes in between laughs.
    Swallowing my own laughs, I staggeringly add, “Your Majesty, I’d spread my legs for you, but I don’t have polyps or a pussy.”
    He narrows his eyes, darting them wildly back and forth between Dash and me. “She’s a very nice lady and she’s my patient, so cut the shit.” He irritably glances over our heads and his frown immediately converts into a smile, inexplicably forgetting what just happened. Instantly curious, Dash and I turn to look, but don’t see anyone behind us.
    Apparently, we were too slow because next to our table, a familiar, nasally voice says, “Hi.”
    Whipping our heads around at the same time, Dash and I see Liberty sliding in next to Rio, kissing him on the mouth.
    Right in front of me.
    And where I’ll be eating my food.
    And stealing the air I breathe.
    What the fuck?
    Dash cheerily says, “Hey, Liberty! Nice to see you! You’re having dinner with us?” Clenching my hands tightly and glaring at the side of Dash’s head, I’ve never wanted to throttle the living shit out of someone as much as I want to right now.
    “Yeah, if that’s okay?” No. You need to get up and drive somewhere far, far away. Like Taiwan.
    Dash delightfully answers for me, “Of course it’s okay!” I can’t believe killing someone with a look doesn’t work. Fucker.
    “Jare?” Didn’t the asshole next to me just answer? Do I actually have to verbalize an answer, because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to hear it.
    “What?” I stupidly ask as I finally look away from Dash, who is purposefully ignoring me. Grabbing my beer, I morosely open my menu and pretend to peruse the options.
    “Aren’t you going to say something?” Rio asks with an underlying edge.
    Without looking up from my menu, I dutifully reply, “I guess I’ll order the buffalo burger.”
    “That’s not what I meant,” he states, sharpening that edge.
    Dash kicks me from the side and I turn to glare at him again, clinching my jaw shut. How in the fuck did I get into this situation? All I wanted to do was spend time with my best friends. Not that ball-busting skank.
    Still glowering at Dash, because that’s the only place I can look without vomiting the food I haven’t even eaten yet, I angrily sigh and mutter a compulsory, “Hey, Libby.” She hates that, so it makes me smile and for Dash to kick me again.
    “Jerry.” And I hate that .
    Touché, bitch.
    I fleetingly