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Chase Andrews stuck up for me.
The grumpiest man I’ve ever met put all the strong personalities around this table in their place—for me. I barely remain in my seat instead of wrapping my body around his, kissing his face with thanks.
I’m giddy that a big, burly man told everyone to leave me alone. I shouldn’t read too much into it. He was probably just annoyed at listening to everyone go on and on about my love life. I have the impression that Chase prefers a quiet room alone with his thoughts over a roomful of people talking nonstop.
The rest of dinner continues without any more conversation about my love life—something I’m thankful for. I sometimes feel as if that’s all anyone ever wants to talk about these days.
Once all the presentations finish and Brady’s parents, the
