Claire's POV
"Sissy," Evander said calmly, "goosebumps mean I am doing something right. Maybe you should take notes. Maybe you need that for Damian in the future; he loves these things."
Sissy gasped, clutching her chest as if she had been mortally wounded and flustered, "Unbelievable! Claire, your husband has officially lost his mind. Why the hell will I learn this from him? And... Damian is my dream man, and... I don't want to want him!"
Evander ignored her entirely as his attention returned to me. "Finish your meal," he said gently. "Then you can leave."
I chuckled at their bickering as I focused myself on the meal. I will finish this no matter what; it was Evander who personally served me.
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