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“Yeah. I actually just moved back here a couple of months ago. I worked at the other gallery that Connor and Ellery own in Los Angeles. I started out here as an intern for them, and he moved me there as an assistant curator. Then, he moved me back here when he offered me the managing job at the new gallery.”

“Remind me to thank him the next time I see him.”

“How about you? Your parents must be very proud of your accomplishments.”

I took in a sharp breath. Discussing my past wasn’t an option. Not even with her.

“Of course they are. Listen, I better get going. I have to fly out to Minneapolis tomorrow for a meeting.”

“On a Sunday?” she asked, looking up at me.

Reaching down, my lips gently brushed against hers.

“Yes, on a Sunday. Unfortunately, my work is seven days a week.”

She sat up and took a sip of her wine as I got up from the couch and finished getting dressed.

“Can I have your phone number?” I asked with a smile.

“Sure.” She grinned as she rattled it off to me. “Can I have yours?” She stood up.

Running the back of my hand down her cheek, I spoke, “You’ll have it when I either call you or text you.”

“Oh, okay.” She frowned.

After I kissed her lips one last time, she walked me to the door.

“Have a safe trip to Minneapolis.”

“I will. I’ll see you soon.”

Climbing into the limo, I shut the door and stared at the brownstone as Eli drove away.

“How did it go?” he asked as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.

“It went good, really good.” I continued to stare out the window.

Meeting her parents was the last thing I wanted to do. I’d never met a woman’s parents before. That was totally unexpected, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I could sense trouble where Chloe Kane was concerned; trouble for me. I could tell she was very family-oriented, and that didn’t sit well with me.

Chapter Eleven

Chloe

“Morning.” Sienna kissed my cheek as she strutted into my apartment. “I brought bagels.”

“Morning. I tried calling you last night, and you didn’t answer.” I frowned.

“Sorry. I was a bit tied up.” She winked.

Rolling my eyes, I poured each of us a cup of coffee. “Who tied you up this time?”

“Billy James.” She grinned.

Shaking my head, I grabbed a plate for the bagels and set it on the table.

“I thought you weren’t seeing him anymore.”

“We aren’t. We ran into each other at Starbucks last night, and we got to talking, reminiscing about the great sex we used to have, and one thing led to another,” she spoke as she took the bagels from the brown bag and walked over to the trashcan. “What the fuck, Chloe?!” she exclaimed as she held up the condom from last night.

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