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“Caleb, don’t be ridiculous. Chef Marcus can prepare a child’s plate.”
“No,” Caleb said.
The word was so calm it startled even Brooke.
Victoria stared. “You’re choosing the cook over me.”
Caleb did not blink. “I’m choosing the person who stayed when my son disappeared in front of us.”
That sentence should have ended the evening.
It did not.
Because Victoria continue reading …
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