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But…he needed Dylan too

He just had no idea how to reconcile those two conflicting needs

Chapter Four

Claire e and realized she was a lot tipsier than she’d thought Like swaying-on-her-feet tipsy Hoeird She hadn’t felt drunk when she’d been sprawled on Dylan’s bed, nursing that Lagavulin bottle, but evidently she’dsee as sheshe did when she entered the living rooave way under her feet

It wasn’t until she heard someone clear his throat that she noticed Dylan and Aidan sitting together on one of the L-shaped leather couches Bothat her Aidan with amusement Dylan, disapproval

"Are you drunk?" the latter deaze moved to the enormous flat screen a? I wouldn’t rumbled "You’re drunk"

"I aame," Aidan piped up "No Brady, I’m afraid"

She pouted, but football didn’t stay on herShe was suddenly far more interested in the two men on the couch Aidan, unfortunately, had put on a shirt, but on the bright side, it was a sleeveless basketball jersey that revealed his ed out of his suit and into sweats and a white wifebeater, which also showcased his arrinned

Dylan scowled "Where did you even get the booze? Don’t tell me you packed some in your suitcase"

"Actually, I did It was a surprise for Chris His favorite scotch so we could toast to our happiness"

Her response softened souess you’re entitled to get sloshed after what happened today"

"Gee, Dylan, thanks sowithout your blessing Thank you"

"You’re welcoo ahead and be as sarcastic as you want You get a free pass tonight"

"Really?" She feigned delight "So I can verbally abuse you without repercussions?"

"Yup"