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“Gorgeous as always,” Hayden says with a sned seat at his side “You never fail to steal my breath”

“Thank you, Hayden,” I say without enthusiasm

Dylan doesn’t rise “Glad you decided to join us,” is the closest to a greeting I get from her

Suddenly, I feel wicked Whether it’s theinside me sna

ps “I alht, I alht”

That got a rise out of her, even if it only ca sip of wine

“That would be so his throat “You are such a spirited little thing”

God, he’s infuriating They all are Picking upat each of theht Penny seems more nervous than usual, and Grant hasn’t looked up froht leash after his slip last week Dylan just looks disgusted as always

“Hoas Chicago, dear?” Penny’s voice wavers

Dylan inhales and straightens in her chair “So of a letdown I didn’t accomplish what I’d hoped”

“You knohat they say,” A gleam is in Hayden’s pale blue eyes “Win some, lose some”

“Not you, Hayden,” Dylan’s tone is uncharacteristically bitter toward him “Never you”

He leans back in his chair, exa a ard It can cause lesser people to hate me, I suppose”

“Or! It could be that attitude right there,” I say, still enjoying my wicked streak “That makes them hate you, I mean”

His blue eyes cut to rin curls his lips “So spirited I don’t re like this last full moon”