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Chapter 39

“You don’t keep your side locked?” Anton asked.

Doren shrugged. “Why would I?”

Anton returned the gesture. “True enough.”

August stepped through the doorway, haphazardly dressed but with his hair still delightfully disarrayed and a flush on both cheeks. He looked good enough to eat.

“Oh, dear,” Anton said with exaggerated concern. “It looks like I got both of you out of bed.” His gaze flipped between both of their faces, and then once again. “You both must have been up past your bedtimes. I didn’t think you left that late, though? Did you two have a nice time after you left the gala?”