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“Killjoy,” I all but whisper His eyes are so beautiful Like the sun on the ocean, flecks of gold sparkle within the blue And while the way he looks atforht? No tie?” I flick the collar of his open necked shirt, unable to stop myself

“Last night was the for was a quiet supper with friends where your absence was remarked upon”

“Yeah? By wholish out

“Matteo and Van, ht be under the impression I’m a threat to you somehow”

“I don’t knohy I haven’t even spoken to her How’s Portia, by the way?”

“I iine she’s fine and back in London by now”

She’s gone? Stupid heart, get back to your place, rattling around behind those ribs!

“Who was your friend?” he asks suddenly, and I’ll credit hi to keep his question casual, despite thein his jaw

“Who? Cooper? Just souy I met in the pub”

“Does he have a proble “I’ht clothes”

I fight a budding smile and lose “Yeah, I noticed, too Didn’t you know men who look like that are supposed to wear clothes that look like they’re painted on?”

“I suppose regular fitting clothing chafes their soft skin”

“I can ask him next time I see him, if you want”

“You’ve plans to see hi as it lands on my hip Bloolass “Sit down I’llaway from me

“Maybe I don’t want to eat,” I say, following him across the kitchen like a puppy desperate for attention “Maybe I don’t want to sit down, either”

“Where is the bread kept in this place?” heme

“It’s in this one” I tap the cabinet next to his shoulder then jump up onto the kitchen countertop next to hi him Should’ve stayed on the other side of the kitchen, the little angel on my shoulder whispers Unfortunately, it’s the devil I’toone

Once more for old time sakes

The last chance saloon Or kitchen

“I thought I told you to sit down,” he grumbles