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"Just telling you gooddown to brush his lips gently across ain," I said, lifting ainst his

When he lifted his head again, I s et so lucky?"

Chapter 4

"Ian," I ot

It was Monday, the last day of my lovely three day weekend Sunday had been perfect; how could it not have been with a kickass wake-up from Ian that included breakfast in bed, and then we’d spent the day together, just the two of us We’d driven down to the huge fleaaround, and then made a pit stop at the new casino they’d built, before I’d made him take me to Mellow Mushroom for dinner It’s my all time favorite pizza place

But, unfortunately, that perfectness had ended about half an hour ago e’d left the house This was because ere at Ian’s parents’ house for a ‘backyard get together’, and that doesn’t o because, well, because they were his parents and he loved them and they loved him Even if they didn’t quite understand each other

Honestly, though, that’s not even the reason it wasn’t a great day What ether’ was the fact that his parents had advised that (what a shame!) the Jones fa on the (no joke) French Riviera…norlected to hter and the current bane of one with them and would be very much in attendance

Case in point? The she-bitch was currently standing chest-to-overflowing-chest with Ian, her arms lifted and wrapped securely around his neck as she cooed her hello in his ear Yes, his face was annoyed, and yes, I could see hi to pull away from her

But did it irk me that his hands were around her cinched-in waist, perfunctorily returning her embrace even as he tried to push her away? Hell to the yes

"A cute are they?" Ian’s ht as she came to stand by , you know," she said, turningand we hadn’t even been in the door for ten minutes

"Everyone always assu-standing cohed and waved a hand "Oh, well I guess sos just take time…" she paused for effect, "or just aren’t meant to be"