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Chapter Thirty Three | Play By The Rules
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦
“Who knew we’d eventually get to this point, hmm?” I simpered at Blythe, who sat up straight across from me and sipped on an ice water garnished with lemon. Her eyes, light as they were stern, made me think of the whiskey she was so fond of. “Sitting at a proper restaurant...about to eat something other than bar food or greasy steak sandwiches.”
“Indeed.” Blythe’s confirmation came deep and velvety. That one word sent a chill racing down my spine, making me shiver slightly while I observed my surroundings with approval. "Nonetheless, I'm overjoyed you accepted the invitation."
The feeling is definitely mutual, Blythe.
My eyes wandered, but the smile that crept up was intended for the striking conductor continuing our small talk. "Pleasures all mine."
When asked in advance about where I’d like to have dinner, I told Blythe I loved seafood or a good sirloin. Regar
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