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Laurel
Oh God.
Jasmine was still looking angrily at her brother and hadn’t spared me a glance yet. My heart was pounding, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Jasmine,” Dillon said softly, “let’s go outside, this is Chloe and Reardon’s…”
“I know what this is,” she said, cutting him off, her coloring rising along with her temper. “This is bullshit.”
“Jazz…”
Dillon reached out to touch her shoulder, but she pulled back.
“I told you to treat her like a princess, not mess with her emotions,” Jasmine said, and my blood ran cold. “You know what that prick Travis did to her, so how could you even think of starting something with her? Jesus, Dillon.”
She’d told him to treat me like a princess? That’s why he was such a gentleman in Chicago? Opening doors, taking me to dinner, acti
