“They are waiting for your response.” My response? “I have a feeling that a thank you would not suffice.” Casteel choked on what sounded an awful lot like a laugh. I looked at him, my brows raised. “Sorry.” My eyes narrowed. “You don’t sound sorry.” He bit down on his lower lip, but the corners of his mouth curved up. Not one but two stupid dimples appeared. “You’re so annoying,” I muttered. “Endearingly annoying,” he corrected, and his father sighed. “More like it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” I grumbled under my breath. Casteel tugged me back to his side, folding an arm around me. Before I
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