CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

DAMIEN

“Jesus Christ,” Jack said suddenly, leaning back with a low whistle. “You’re zoning out again.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Uh-huh.” He smirked. “Thinking about work?”

“No.”

“Marriage prep, then?” His tone was light, teasing — and instantly I regretted answering the text.

I exhaled slowly. “Someth...

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