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I can’t believe I let Trevor talk me into this…
Kira sat in the passenger seat of Trevor’s Mercedes, resisting the urge to wipe her sweaty palms on the front of her new satin dress.
Trevor had wanted her to get something flashy of course. She had spent what had seemed like an eternity trying on one slinky or sequined getup after another in La Valentia’s high-end boutiques. The slinkier, the better, as far as Trevor was concerned. She had expected him to get bored and give up the whole thing as a lost cause long before she actually found anything suitable.
He had far more patience than she had expected.
She had somehow forgotten he had a younger sister, and was used to this kind of thing. Not that Kira had forgotten Stephanie’s existence, but Trevor’s sister was a quiet, introvert t
