“Nice to meet you, sir.” Fuck. Sir? Really? Thirty-one goddamned years old, and I’m calling him sir. Everyone around us stops and stares. “You know my best friend is Sam Beneventi.” “Who?” I ask, genuinely having no clue who that is when everyone breaks out laughing. “Don’t fuck over my daughter, and you’ll never need to worry about it.” Declan shakes my hand, and I see a guy around the same age as him shaking his head. “Smooth, Dec. Just use me as your muscle.” Guess he’s Sam. The owner of Sweet Temptations wraps an arm around his waist. “You’re still big and scary, honey. It’s okay.” Easton
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