“You were smart to hold back, Stan,” Declan said, and I felt him drape his arm across the back of my chair. “She’s very intense about her breakfast.” When I turned my head and met his gaze, his mouth was half-cocked in a smirk that I felt low in my belly. Dear God, he looked good with a smile. I leaned closer, moving my mouth to his ear and saying so quietly that only he could hear, “I’m a little freaked out by how spot-on you are. I seriously inhaled three croissants before you even finished the story about when you used to take naps in the mattress department of CrashPad.” He turned his head
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