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“I’m looking at you, not them.”
My heart.
I want to cry.I want to throw my arms around him and tell him I think I’m in love with him.That I never stole anything and would never.
Never!
That I don’t care if he lost all his money, I just want to curl up with him every night, make love to him and wake up to his gorgeous blue eyes.
“You should.”I smile sadly.
I hear him sigh.
Then we step outside, where we’re dragged away for photos and the rest of the wedding festivities.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
MASON
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Iundo the top twobuttons of my shirt, tossing the bow tie on the table along with the empty champagne and water bottles, napkins, table decorations and unused silverware.
The night is almost over, and I’ve spent most of it scowling, drinking, watching Lexi and forcing myself to not go near her.
I’m not looking at them.
You should.
Goddamn her.I’m trying to push through my fear of letting thepotentiallittle thief in my life—my heart—and she’s acting like she doesn’t want this.
I call bullshit.
Aside from catching her once gazing at me, she’s purposely averted her eyes all night.Which isn’t natural.
Which means she’s in love with me, too.
