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He folded his arms across his broad chest and waited.

“I mean, you and me—a couple? Who’s gonna believe that?”

He sighed. “Molly—”

“And to suggest that we’d ever be able to fool anyone—I mean, there are days we have difficulty just getting on well enough to still like each other as friends!” She started pacing in front of him.

He sighed again. “If you’d just—”

“We’d have to be able to look at each other without sniggering every two minutes. And as for the kissing thing—” She stopped pacing long enough to waggle a finger at him. “You do realize if we were actually dating we’d be expected to kiss and—well, other stuff like that….”

There was a deadly silence as they stared at each other in shock. Ryan swallowed hard. “I know that—”