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Egan’s powerful presence came from the kitchen, and he stopped dead in his tracks. “Sadie? Why are you …” Brock appeared and took my hand in his. “Hello, Egan.” “You’re here with him?” Egan asked in horror. “What?” Brock’s hand stiffened, and his nose wrinkled. “Are you being serious?” “Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” I wanted to die of embarrassment, which meant I was on the right track. “Uh …” The hostess’s voice quavered. “This way.” “Come on.” Brock yanked me forward, and I glanced over my shoulder at Egan, mouthing, “Help me.” His golden eyes turned to slits for a second, and he nodded and returned to the kitchen. “Donovan will be your server today.” The hostess placed the menus on the table and stepped back. “He’ll be with you shortly.” Oh, f**k me. It had to
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