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She winked exaggeratedly at the men, who were lapping up her antics like thirsty dogs at the trough, rather than the kissing booth.

“Looks as if you’re doing just fine without my business,” Clint replied, caught off guard by the realization that he wanted to kiss her. Not a token peck in front of the crowd, but one of those slow wet kisses that made his blood simmer.

The knowledge shook him. When had he started thinking of Dory in those terms?

“Chicken,” she taunted, her glittering eyes locked with his as she plucked the tickets from the hand of her next customer.

Clint smiled. Oh, he planned on kissing her, all right. Later. Without an audience.

In fact, if she was willing, he planned on doing a whole lot more than kissing.