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Chapter 7

His First Homemade Meal

"You really don't like him?" Maeve tsked and gave her sister a warning gaze before prepping the steak Hillary had requested.

Afraid that her sister would change her mind about that steak, Hillary shut her mouth and even gestured zipping her lips. It didn't take long before Maeve finish cooking as Hillary set the table for the two of them.

"What is it?" Maeve asked her sister as she cut her steak into tiny tidbits. She noticed the frequency of those stolen glances her sister was giving her while they ate.

Hillary cleared her throat and set down her utensils before she faced her sister seriously.

"What do

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