It wasn’t until everyone was at the table, the awkward clatter of silverware filling the silence, that I finally got my voice back. And honestly, it wasn’t even a good one.
I slammed my glass down—not hard enough to break it, but definitely loud enough to make Preston flinch. “Excuse me,” I said, glaring at the brooding figure still lounging in the doorway like he owned the place. “But why are you here?”
Blake didn’t even blink. Of course, he didn’t. He just stood there, looking all tall, dark, and infuriatingly indifferent. The kind of guy who probably strolled into a room, said nothing, and still had people falling over themselves to impress him.
I hated that I felt it, too—that annoying, traitorous swoop low in my stomach every time his eyes flicked toward me, even for a second.
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