Chapter 42: Late to the Game

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Henley One of the salesgirls hurried across the parking lot with the dress and shoes. Declan laughed without humor. “When I saw what was going on, I left everything inside and ran." “Here you are." The girl handed him the dress and the box of shoes, looking at him with nothing short of admiration. “Thank you," I said, taking the shoes. He unlocked the trunk and laid my dress inside along with the shoes. “Maybe you should have a bodyguard—" “No, Declan! Not now." I shrugged. “Besides, I feel safe with you—" “Except for when thugs are attacking you in the parking lot." I laughed. “That was definitely a first." He took the towel from me and dabbed at this lip again. “From here on out, I'll have you stay with me. That was my fault for sending you outside unprotected—" “Declan, you ca

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