"One or two," he admitted serenely, "and in slightly more intimate venues."
Definitely a perk of being good friends with a member of the Catchlove clan.
He felt Meredith shift towards him and tried to stop from smirking a little. Clearly if she hated him so much as she tried to communicate to him, she would be able to tell it was him, wouldn't she? Which just meant that she didn't hate him, didn't it?
Eventually, he was going to pay for this stunt. He knew this. He wasn't entirely sure of when it would be, but it would be soon. So he might as well make the most of it while he could, right?
"Is there a reason someone such as yourself is sitting out? Surely you've an escort?"
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