Accidentally Claimed
The stalemate felt endless, and the hum of the engine filled the silence, heavy and low.
Then Whitney cleared her throat, loudly and deliberately shattering the moment. “Sooo…” she began, leaning forward between our seats, the cake box still clutched in her hands. “If we ignore the whole kidnapping versus protection debate, can we talk about that strawberry cake? Because, honest to God, that icing was life-changing. I might actually marry Kate.”
Ruby gave her a sideways glance. “I thought you were already in love with Debbie for her cooking.”
Whitney gasped in mock offense, clutching her hands to her chest. “Don’t make me choose, Ruby. Both women are national treasure! I might have to marry
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