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HANNAH A date. That was the way Declan had described our upcoming plans for Saturday night before I left the office on Friday. He told me to wear something nice-ish and that he’d pick me up at seven. When I’d tried to ask for more details, he’d shut me down and told me he wanted the evening to be a surprise. There was something so incredibly sexy at the thought of Declan surprising me, about giving me such little information that my imagination wandered. That he actually put something together he thought I would like. Once I woke up Saturday morning, every time my brain fast-forwarded to seven o’clock, I would get anxious. Excited. I could barely sit all day. And when the time finally came, I hurried downstairs to the lobby of my building and found him double-parked along the curb. Si
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