Chapter 67
JOAN’S POV The kiss never happened. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself over and over again. I had to. There was no time to dwell on Derrick's lips being just inches from mine… his breath mixing with mine… the way he looked at me like he was about to forget who we both were. No. I shoved the memory deep down and locked it away. I had more important things to focus on tonight. Dinner. A formal one, hosted in the grand dining hall of the mansion. The long table was dressed in cream linens and adorned with silver candleholders. Crystal glasses reflected under the chandelier, and every plate had been placed perfectly. Derrick invited some of his business partners and they hosted the dinner here. My heart pounded, not from nerves of the event, but from the pressure of making sure
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