From across the table, Ben nudged my foot, pulling me out of my panicked musing. “Um, is there a reason my wife has been talking to some mountain-man version of Bradley Cooper for the last five minutes?” he asked, his eyes plastered somewhere behind me. I stilled. I was tempted to ignore him as he was probably just trying to be funny. But the Bradley Cooper part had me casually scanning the room before darting a quick glance behind me by the doorway. Chloe was standing with her back to me, talking animatedly to a man wearing a flannel shirt with his arms folded. A Bradley Cooper dressed in
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