Getting Rowdy
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“It’s already changed. I had the sign painted.”
“Without talking to me?”
Her umbrage amused him. “It’s still Getting Rowdy, but at the bottom, in smaller print, it now says, With Avery. Because honest to God, honey, the bar wouldn’t be the same—I wouldn’t be the same—without you.”
Her smile came slowly. “Well, since I’m now officially the only woman getting rowdy with you, it fits.”
“Without talking to me?”
Her umbrage amused him. “It’s still Getting Rowdy, but at the bottom, in smaller print, it now says, With Avery. Because honest to God, honey, the bar wouldn’t be the same—I wouldn’t be the same—without you.”
Her smile came slowly. “Well, since I’m now officially the only woman getting rowdy with you, it fits.”
