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Dylan stepped into the suite His green eyes were glued to her, and the reverent expression on his handsome face was completely unexpected

"Wow," he breathed "Claire, you look……you look so beautiful"

It took a few du sarcastic Since he’d never looked at her with anything other than annoyance or scorn, his visible appreciation coain and really study her reflection this ti back at her, a wooith a sweetheart neckline, full skirt and short train Her auburn hair was arranged in long, floaves, slightly pulled back with tiny white flowers threaded through it Her low, and the heirlooht and sparkled whenever she moved

God, she did look beautiful

The realization dimmed some of her panic If Dylan, a ht now, then clearly she was about to knock her grooaze on her reflection

"Um…" He cleared his throat "Anyway, I caitation in his nor to face hiet comfortable His hands slid into the pockets of his black trousers, then back out His black dress shoes tapped the carpet a couple of tied backward toward the door, his expression downright pained

For the first time in threeor visualizing the intensely erotic scene she’d witnessed between hiht out of her head and focused on the odd tension thickening the space between theh her "Is everything okay? Is Chris all right?"

"He’s fine," Dylan said quickly

"Then what is it?"

He shuffled aardly, raking a hand through his short blond hair

"Look," he started, his voice a tad hoarse, "Chris is…um…aw shit, there’s no easy way to say this, okay? So I’ this brings , and then there was that whole visit thing and…you knohat you saw at rateful for that, by the way--"

"Oh for the love of God," she interrupted "Quit babbling and say what you came here to say"

"Chris left"

Claire blinked "What?"