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Cole looks dark and brooding, like the hero of a romance novel. How is that possible? That he can look good even in an id picture. I bet the jerk looks good in his driver’s license photo. Kenneth tilts his head, laughing. “Except Cole. He’s a mutant.”
I shove the offending thing at Cole as he comes back with a couple of safety vests. “How is that fair?”
“What did I do?”
“You look hot in your badge pic.”
“What?”
His brow is crinkled in puzzlement. “You think I’m hot?”
“Nobody should look this good in an id photo.”
He shrugs. “Can’t help it, Coffee Girl. Comes naturally. Yours can’t be that bad. Let me see.”
I jerk it back when he tries to grab it. “It’s awful. Trust me. You don’t need to see that.
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