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Kira snorted a laugh, and I snapped my gaze back to her. She grinned at me. “It’s when fans of a show want two characters or contestants to get together. Come on, Wyatt, get with the times.”

Her gentle prodding should have irritated me, but I enjoyed the way she’d said it, and the grin on her face when she spoke.

“Correct,” Von said as he rolled his eyes. “They even gave you a cute little ship name. Kwyatt. Pronounced quiet, you get it?”

I really didn’t, but he seemed so pleased with himself that I let it go.

“Can we get back to dinner?” Kira asked.

Her tone was nonchalant, but I could hear the undertone of annoyance at Von’s constant interrupting. If the host noticed, he either ignored it or didn’t care.

Von clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward as though to whisper a secret to us. “Kira, we may have to get you cue cards. I hate to say it, but you aren’t very good at this. You haven’t asked Wyatt about his rejection story. We need to have a two-way conversation to give