Chloe dragged Mark toward the kitchen counter.
“I can’t drink. I’m working,” he said for the third time, his voice flat, standing stiffly beside her as he’d rather be anywhere else.
Chloe sighed dramatically, dropping his hands. “You’re at a party, not a military base. Why are you standing there looking all stiff—and handsome—for no reason? There’s beer!”
Mark gave a low exhale, refusing to look at her. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”
“How?” Chloe asked, genuinely confused.
“You just dragged me away from my post. My boss is strict. He won’t like that I left his sight.”
Chloe leaned in, lowering her voice playfully. “Don’t worry. Mr Daniel seems like a total sweetheart.”
Mark’s brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t correct her.
Damien might appear calm—almost polite—but Mark kne
