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Chloe couldn’t fathom sharing the same space with Davis, never mind sleeping next to him. So she settled in on a reclining chair next to the pool. Chloe pulled her knees into her chest and looked out across the water. She’d known Davis was unique from the moment she’d met him. He wasn’t like the meatheads whose egos were the only things larger than their biceps.
Davis didn’t care what others thought of him; he obviously loved his parents and brothers, and taking care of others was what he did best. She could tell from the night of the monsoon that Davis was one to put others ahead of himself. Not many men were like that. It was what Chloe did for a living, so of course she had fallen in love with him.
Until Chloe had realized that Davis spent so much time caring for others because he
