“I don’t have room for you in my bedroom,” I insisted, crossing my arms as Hank marched across the threshold. “That’s why I hired Miguel. Ah, here come the groceries,” Lucian observed as yet another vehicle pulled into my driveway. “Groceries?” “I invited your family to dinner tonight. We’re cooking.” “Have you lost your damn mind?” I demanded. “On the contrary, I finally came to my senses,” he said before kissing me on the top of the head. “Maybe I’m losing mine,” I muttered to myself as he met the grocery delivery guy on the walkway. “Or maybe he’s just showing you how he really feels for
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