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Laurel
I was on cloud nine.
This morning I’d woken up in Dillon’s arms, was blessed with the sight of him in all his naked glory in the light of day, and had moved into his room before we left for the convention.
Since we’d arrived at the convention, I’d put in an order for custom business cards, post cards, and a menu of offered services. That last one I’d had Chloe take a picture of and text me, since I couldn’t remember everything off the cuff.
Luckily, Chloe kept copious notes and was happy to answer my gazillion messages throughout the day. She assured me that everything was running smoothly back home, and told me to enjoy myself.
Little did she know, I was enjoying myself … immensely.
In addition to the print items, I’d gathered contact information for two PR companies and
