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“Hello sweetheart,” Alec said with a wide grin as he came up to give her a peck on the forehead, the part he could most easily reach given the difference in their heights.
He winked at the receptionist, who was staring at him almost open-mouthed.
For Pete’s sake. The woman was at least twenty years older than Alec appeared. Did she have to gawk that way?
“I’ve made dinner reservations, darling,” Alec continued, playing the affectionate boyfriend to the hilt.
Deciding to avoid a scene, Diana let him sweep out the door and toward a luxury car where a burly driver was waiting. She almost waved to the servant when closer examination revealed it wasn’t Daniel, but a look-alike. The original must still be taking care of Pedro.
She paused short of the car, prepared to dig in her heels. S
