“What the hell was that all about?” Meegan said as William shut the door behind himself.

                “What time's our dinner reservation?” I asked, going down the hallway toward my bedroom and completely ignoring her question.

                “And what happened to your clothes!” Her black heels tapped on the hardwood as she hurried after me. “Gideon are you even listening to me?” I felt something fly by my head and the Marc Denis bag hit the bedroom wall with a loud thunk and my combat boots fell out of it onto the floor. “Here's your disgusting boots back, by the way.&...

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