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Chloe dipped her chicken satay into a small cup of peanut sauce. It was still warm, and right now, this was just what she needed. Nothing else existed. Not the back-to-back meetings she’d just had, procuring investments from local businesses so her organization could continue to function. Not Travis and his continual attempts to get her to see that they were meant to be together. Which they weren’t. Not the guilt when she’d messed up, and Preaw and Sunan’s hut had flooded as a result.
And not Davis, who seemed indifferent to her presence.
On a couple of rare occasions, Chloe had thought she’d felt a connection with him. Something other than just attraction, which was the only reason Travis was interested in her. And the fact that she was the only woman Travis ever consistently spent
