“Jay, seriously? Another one?” Brian groaned.“Fair point,” Diane said. “There’s always a wager here.”“Fine,” the others agreed.“Well, little girl,” I stood up and looked at Jenny. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “The winners get to order dinner for the losers at a restaurant of their choice.”“Alright, pretty boy,” Jenny said, standing up. “But the losing team pays the bill. Allergic foods are excluded—Susy, for example, can’t have shellfish.”“Agreed, little girl?” I asked, stepping beside her.“Agreed, pretty boy,” she said, ruffling my hair. I kissed her, and the others rolled their eyes.“Dave, Clara,” I said, “are you joining the bet?” I quickly explained the rules, and they nodded.“Jay,” Dave whispered to me privately, “she’s Dr. Wen
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