His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret
Still, it was running, so I guess that was better than nothing.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, Sarah let out an exaggerated squeal, gripping the steering wheel like she was on a rollercoaster. “This is better than any romance book I’ve ever read,” she said, vibrating in her seat. “Like, what the fuck? Two ridiculously handsome men fighting over you? This is the kind of drama I live for.”
I rolled my eyes, slumping in my seat. “They’re not fighting over me, Sarah.”
She shot me a look, her eyebrows raised quite high. “Keep telling yourself that.”
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