Chapter 69
JOAN’S POV People talk as the remaining courses are served. My nerves buzz under my skin. Why? Because I can feel Derrick’s eyes on me as I walk around, making sure everything is okay. I pretend not to notice but I do. I move around the table, making sure everyone has what they need. Still, my awareness keeps going back who’s watching me. He’s a constant presence—too close, too silent, too sharp—and it unsettles me more than I’ll admit. Emily and Sarah help me as I serve the guests. Emily, bless her, works with her usual happy demeanor. We even c***k jokes in between. Sarah… well, Sarah is another story. Sarah is her usual self. “Sarah,” I whisper as I pass her with a tray, “can you bring out more desserts from the kitchen? The ones we set aside earlier.” She pauses, lifting her chi
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