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Chapter 253

I walked into the dining room to find Brandon lighting a candle, two plates of chicken and pasta ready to eat, with cloth napkins and the good silverware. “Would you like your pop in the can or on ice, my lady?” he asked, taking the stance of a waiter with his arm out in front of him.

Laughter pealed out of my mouth before I could even thank him for going to so much trouble. “You really didn’t have to do all of this,” I said, shaking my head.

“My pleasure, my lady,” he replied in some odd British-ish sounding accent. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Can or ice?”

“Oh, the can’s fine,” I replied, taking a seat. I spread the napkin over my lap and waited for him to return before digging in. I really was starving. The pasta was a little overcooked for my liking, but other than that, it was great. I remembered the first time he’d cooked for me, for my whole family actually, when he and

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