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Our Night Out

IVY’S POV

His smirk widened like he’d just stepped into the world’s easiest game.

I slid my phone out from my thigh holster, tapped furiously with both thumbs, and held it up like a shield.

Back off. I don’t want any trouble.

He read it, then tilted his head.

“Trouble?” His voice was mocking sil...