"YOU'VE GOT announcement to make?" Zachary Bruce asked, wiggling his brows at his son. "About what?" Brad asked, feigning ignorance. "About 'sweetheart' just now," Zachary replied, gesturing toward the door Evelyn had just left while the others nodded to second Zachary's words. Blood crept up Brad's cheeks. "Come on, dad. Knock it off." "No, no, Brad!" Pierre said in his thick French accent. "Really, share with us the good news, 'cause there's obviously something going on between you two." "Yeah, like, hell, Brad, the last time any woman called you sweetheart was you-know-who?" Clement asserted His ex-wife was literally Lord Voldemort to The Bruces clan ‘She who must not be named’. . . and he preferred it that way. "Come on, guys. We're just friends," he hurriedly said, then hoping to head off any explanations, he asked, "Who's in for a game of pool?" But that didn't work. "Yeah, right. Friends indeed," Caleb interjected sneeringly. "I said the sa
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