25
CAMPBELL
“Let’s top off your drink,” I told Blaire, pulling her away from my family.
We could be overwhelming. And though she was far from the kind of person to get overwhelmed—at least not in crowds of people she knew—meeting the family was a big deal. I’d always intended to keep it as short as possible. She knew everyone else here. She should enjoy herself. Not stick around and cater to my family.
“All right.” She smiled and waved at my family before heading back inside with me. “They’re nice.”
“They like you.”
She grinned. “Good.”
“And I like you,” I said, squeezing her hand.
“I sure hope so, considering how much time we’ve been spending in your bed.”
I grinned devilishly. “Well, it doesn’t just have to be a bed.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Oh?”
“Trust me?”
“Always.”
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