Chapter 125
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Dingdingdingdingdingdingding
Pat was hitting his glass with a spoon. Again. He kept saying he needed it as therapy for his broken arm.
“It’s not broken anymore,” Wills had growled at him the fiftieth time he’d done that. He’d actually had the cast removed about two months ago.
“Okay, then just consider it a good excuse for you to kiss Theo.”
Amused groans filled the dining room, and JR threw a roll at his friend. “They’re gonna get chapped lips.”
“Hey, you know they want to make out. I’m just giving them an excuse.”
I leaned toward my husband, pausing when my lips were just a breath away. “He really is the antichrist, isn’t he?”
Wills gave a spurt of laughter, and I chased it back into his mouth.
There was applause, and I drew back and smiled into his eyes. “Come on. Dance with me.” Not for the first time that night, the trio was playing “Isn’t It Romantic.”
“You talked me into it.”
“I thought I could.”
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