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CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN Drake sure knew who to call when throwing a party. Outside Gemma’s house, Chaney found an army of people—the event planner, caterer, florist, servers, bartenders, even a DJ. “If a small gathering requires this much help, I can’t imagine what your idea of a full-blown party would look like.” He shrugged. “I may have gone overboard.” She studied the items waiting to go into Gemma’s modest house. Two burly-looking men stood next to a gold Cleopatra-style chaise. “You think?” Chaney teased. “That knight costume fits your deeds tonight.” He bowed and then led her to the front door. Oliver answered with a finger at his lips, telling them to be quiet. The three of them went into the living room where Gemma lay and yelled, “Surprise!” Gemma’s eyes widened, and her mouth hung
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