Chapter 67

Chapter 67:

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A sharp glint appeared in his eyes. “Are you really going to talk about another man at dinner with your husband?”

She brushed off his protest. “He helped me again today.”

Andrew sipped his wine, brooding. “Always butting in. Forget thanking him. You should be thanking me instead.”

Cathryn rolled her eyes. “You can’t compare yourself to him.”

He looked up, bracing himself. “What do I have that he doesn’t?”