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“I know Heather was an absolute bitch to you,” Cassie said, “but Chloe is nothing like her. Trust me, we have been friends forever and she is the sweetest person in the world.” “Indeed she is,” Declan said stepping forward and glaring at Becky. “And where is my lovely date? Did you scare her off, Becky?” Becky paled under his glare and shook her head. “She went to the bathroom,” Lisa said. “What’s going on?” Barry said, stepping up to stand protectively beside Becky. Declan looked at Barry and then down at Becky and huffed out a breath. He set the two drinks down on the table and then stalked away, not bothering to answer Barry’ question. Becky was out of line, but Cassie had defended Chloe, as had Lisa to some degree. It wasn’t his place to say anything, not when Barry was one of his best friends. It wasn’t his style, anyway, making a scene. It was better for him to just walk away so he didn’t say something he would regret. He could explain everything to

She rocked back, his hard cock cradled between her thighs, and reached up to unpin the wig, pulling it free. Her own hair was pinned up securely and Declan looked disappointed that it didn’t tumble free when she removed the wig. “Patience,” she counseled as she lifted her hands again and began to remove the million and one bobby pins. Finally, she was free and she shook her hair out and let it fall around her shoulders. He smiled up at her, picking up a curl in his fingers and tugging gently. “Much better,” he said. “You didn’t like me as a redhead?” she asked. He wove his fingers with hers and pulled her so she was lying on his chest, their noses touching. “I like you in everything, but this look is my favorite.” “The naked look?” she asked with a grin and he kissed her. “The naked look is definitely a good one. The naked and in my bed is my favorite.” She laughed as he rolled them over, bracing himself on his elbows as he rubbed his

“Sure,” he said, picking up a book from the bedside. It was Harriet the Spy. “Caitlyn and I can amuse ourselves for a little while.” She dropped another kiss on Caitlyn’s forehead and then one on Declan’s without thinking. She froze, realizing that it was probably not something he would appreciate. She didn’t know where they stood now that the benefit was over and she didn’t know where he stood on casual public-displays-of-affection. Would a quick kiss on the forehead be too familiar? He smiled up at her as if it was something she did every day and she breathed a small sigh of relief. “I’ll be back soon,” she said. “No rush,” Declan said. “Now, where are you up to in this book?” Chloe took a minute to stop and look back at the man sitting beside the bed of a sick girl and reading to her. This was a side of Declan that she hadn’t seen and, if she was honest, she hadn’t thought existed. Seeing him there twisted her insides up and made her wish for things th

“What more do I need to know? She's a precious little girl and her parents deserve a break. I've never had to deal with anything like that in my life and if I can help ease their grief in the smallest way then I want to.” Chloe squeezed his hand and her heart melted. This man knew her body better than any other man ever had but he was also kind and generous and sweet. Caitlyn had whispered to her that she really liked him before they left the hospital earlier and if that wasn't a ringing endorsement then she didn't know what was. “Hey. Where are we going?” Chloe said as she realized they were exiting the city. “I'm taking you home,” he said with a grin. “But my stuff—” “I'll have it sent over. Today was an emotional day and I think we both deserve a night in.” “Are you going to cook for me?” He looked over at her with a puzzled expression. “Cook for you? I thought you'd be cooking for me.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “I don't cook,” she said.

Mrs. Mayfield’s eyebrows (they should have their own Twitter account) pinched together as she tried to work out whether or not Chloe was insulting her or complimenting her. Chloe smiled serenely and beside her Declan coughed into his napkin to hide his choked laughter. The fact was that Chloe was sick of being typecast. People looked at her and immediately made assumptions about who she was and most of the time it didn’t bother her… well, she told herself it didn’t bother her. But today, for some reason, it really got under her skin. Declan had treated her so differently than any other boyfriend ever had and she had come to this brunch with the full intention of trying to impress his mother, but the woman had already made up her mind. So Chloe had switched to plan B. She used all the tricks she had learned at the hands of her frenemies in high school. Mrs. Mayfield had placed her squarely in the blonde bimbo category and she was determined to prove to the woman that she was so mu