Not Everything Is Business

Avery

Declan handed his keys to the valet with practiced ease, then turned to me, extending his arm. "Shall we?"

I hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing my hand on his forearm. His muscles tensed beneath my touch.

"You look nervous, Ms. Sutton," he murmured as we approached the entrance. "I don't bite."

"Recent evidence suggests otherwise," I said under my breath.

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