Chloe smiled. “We might have been overserved,” she mused playfully.
“Yes, I can see that,” Ian replied, holding Adam steady with one arm while reaching for his wallet with the other. “Thank you again, but we need to be leaving.”
Chloe stopped him. “Oh, no. My treat,” she insisted, rising to press a quick kiss to Adam’s cheek. Leaving behind another warm cloud of musky perfume as she stepped back. “You be good, Jason Suffield. Don’t let this one give you too much trouble,” she added, making eye contact with Ian.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” Ian’s tone dripped with disapproval as he led an unsteady, sulky Adam from the room.
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