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**Chapter 4 – Never Underestimate the Power of the Mall**
“I want that one. And that one.”
I looked at Rickard. I knew he had a thing for big booties but this? The two of them together wouldn’t get through his barn door.
“Really?”
He nodded and ran his calloused hand over his beard. We were sitting at the food court at Nova Lund.
“They are … perfect.”
The smile on my friend’s face told the whole story. And I didn’t even feel a tinge of jealousy. I don’t mind a girl with a bit of a backside but there are limits.
“Sure?”
He nodded.
“All right then,” I sighed. “Here goes.”