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“I have no idea. We haven’t been seeing each other that long.”

“Does he snore?” He tried to hide his sneaky grin.

“Does Bridget?” I countered.

“I wouldn’t know. She hasn’t been in my bed. Then again, I’m sure I wouldn’t know if you snored even if you were in my bed.”

“Why is that? You’re a sound sleeper or something?”

“You wouldn’t be sleeping.”

I laughed. “I walked right into that, didn’t I?”

“You should get rid of Baxter and walk right into my bedroom.”

Why was I laughing when he’d just told me to dump the guy I was dating and hop in his bed? This man made me lose all sense of judgment.

“So…any other siblings, besides your pregnant one?” I asked.

“If you’re trying to cool me off, that’s one way to do it. Mention Anna.”

I sipped my drink. “Good to know.”

“It’s just me and preggo. How about you? Any brothers or sisters?”

“Just one. Owen. He’s a year older. Lives in Connecticut, not too far from my parents.”

“You two close?”

“We don’t get to have dinner once a week, but yes, I like to think we’re close. Owen’s deaf, so it’s not as easy as picking up the phone to actually talk, but we text all the time. And we do FaceConnect where we can type and see each other. When we were younger, we were inseparable.”

“Wow. Do you know sign language or anything?”

“Not really. Owen lost his hearing at ten from…an injury. He took to reading lips faster than signing. I’m pretty good at reading lips. I used to put in earplugs and pretend to be deaf like him.”

“Really? What I am saying?”

Chase mouthed something. I caught it on the first try, but screwed with him a bit. “Hmmm…not sure. Do it again.”

Again his lips moved. This time, he’d over-accentuated each word, but he’d mouthed You should come home with me clear as day.

“Sorry. Guess I’m rusty.” I smirked.

Chase bent his head back in laughter, and his throat vibrated.

God, that Adam’s apple really works for me. The damn thing was taunting me, jumping around, showing off. I needed to get the hell out of the bar before I did something I’d regret for a multitude of reasons.

Finishing my drink, I stood. “I should get going. It’s late. And I like to get to the office early to make a good impression with the boss.”

“Pretty sure you’ve already done that.”

“Goodnight, Chase.”

“’Night, Buttercup.”

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