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Chapter Fifteen

(Sa, I fiddled with the sleeves ofat , Fletcher slapped atbefore you rip the bloody sleeves at the he before I clock you over the head" If I could help it, I’d never wear a suit again

Jared entered the bedroorey shirt and black trousers Unsurprisingly, Fletcher gawked in admiration, and I didn’t blame him The sod could pull off just about any look I was totally envious

Jared’s brows rose "Wow, you look"

"Don’t," I bit out

He sighed "I was going to"

"Give me a false compliment because you know I feel aard," I finished

He shot me an impatient stare "Actually, it wouldn’t have been a false one You look"

"Don’t"

He threw his hands up in a gesture of exasperation "Here I a co to learn to accept one, are you?"

"Then why keep doing it?"

He grunted, sliding his arainst him "You ready?" When I nodded, he added, "I don’t just ently tappedthe uncharacteristic need to fidget and keep my hands busy, I adjusted his collar and smoothed my hands over the arms of his shirt "About as ready as I can be" But there was a nervous tre my chin, he lifted my head so that he couldwith adoration and reassurance "You’ll be fine" He dropped a kiss on my mouth and then went to say more, but stopped at the knock on the door Fletcher dashed out of the room to answer it, and quickly returned with Evan and Alora