Page 12 of David's Proposal

“I’ll get his name for you,” she says.

“No, no. Please don’t. I’m sure it’s not the same man. Chloe wouldn’t know a man like that.”

Sure.

It’s not like she’s not traveled the globe and doesn’t speak five languages.

How could she randomly run into this man?

In a club?

And what was he doing in that club?

Well, he knows the owners.

James, Lex, Ed, Tiago, and David.

I’m sick to my stomach.

Was that the same man who dropped off Chloe in front of my house?

It appears so.

“I’m sure I’ll remember his name. I can ask Ed,” Thea says.

“No. Don’t ask Ed. And don’t try to remember his name either. It’s not important. Truly, it isn’t.”

“Okay. But he’s invited to my wedding, and she’s attending too. So, we’ll figure it out then.”

I smile dryly.

“Maybe. It’s really not important. It was merely a curiosity of mine. I’m not sure there’s a connection between them. I’m sure there isn’t.”

She straightens in her seat.

“If that’s the case, we’ll find out at the wedding.”

“We will,” I say, tense, regretting that I had to bring it up.

If he is Chloe’s man, I'm bringing unnecessary attention to him and her, and Chloe will not appreciate it in the slightest.

“All right. How much do I owe you?” I ask, reaching into my backpack.

“Nothing. It’s my treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It was my idea anyway. I’m happy we had the chance to talk.”

“Me too.”

We leave the place, and a car pulls up in front of the pizza shop.

“Did you call him?” I ask, noticing the chauffeur behind the steering wheel.

A smile tugs at her lips.

“I didn’t need to. I told you he’s following me around.”

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