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Brad Campbell. Twenty-nine and a half years of age. In perfect health. Son to George and Veronica Campbell. Heir to Campbell’s Carvery’s. Manager of the head branch of Campbell’s Carvery’s in Chester.
Statistics.
Ones Brook could most likely recite, after her mother’s very unsubtle, numerous mentions of them, and they hadn’t even hit the main course.
“One day, Brad will be heading up my corner of the Coalition, too,” George said, pride in his voice.
Must add that to the list, Brook thought as she poked at her prawn starter. As if the entire purpose for their dinner party hadn’t already been obvious enough. Eligible bachelor.
“Brook.” Collette hissed, eyes practically glowering in Brook’s direction.
Clearing her throat, Brook lowered her fork and turned to George. “What a great hon
