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"Oh, good," he said. "We can leave after this."
He looked at the ground, his arms crossed. "I'm sorry."
She moved to sit on his lap, kissing his cheek. "Must it remain a secret?"
"It didn't matter to me either way," he said. "Might as well take up the business." Francis tilted his head. "Would you like to go to the town...
He nodded slowly. "Okay. Okay."
She grinned, crossing her arms. "So you love me?"
"It seems like it could be fun," he said. "I've never thought much about other jobs."
"There's nothing going on between us, Evan. And you haven't done anything good for her." He stood ready, just in case.
"Yeah," she admitted. "I really, really like you."
"Sounds like a ride," he said jokingly, a smile crossing his face.
"Leave, Evan." His tone was deadly as he stood between him and Poppy.
"Mm. Maybe. I'll probably be unable to deny you."
Miles watched her with a raised eyebrow. "What's your line of work?'
Francis wasted no I'm time in raising a fist and striking Evan in the face as hard as he could. His hit was surprisingly strong.
She kissed him again. "Yep."
He crossed his arms. "Oil and petroleum."
Francis' eyes widened, and he frowned as he felt sudden anger. He stepped in, harshly putting a hand on Evan's shoulder. "Step back."
"Just this once. That's it," she said, crossing her arms.
Miles looked up, his eyebrow raised. "I am. I work at my father's company."
Francis walked a moment later, only to see Evan. Curiously, he watches where he was going.
