CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
FREYA’S POV
“One of these days, we should all have brunch,” Mayor Whitlock suggested as we stopped by our car. Finally, the lunch was over and there was nothing more I cared about right now that dropping the charade. Pretending to be in love with the jerk was by far the worst thing to happen to me today. Nothing could top that.
“My wife and I would love that,” Rhett answered, his hand very much around my waist. I bet he knew it annoyed me.
“Well, we should remain in touch. I’ll see then,” The mayor smiled.
Finally goodbye greetings were exchanged before we got into the car, Declan pulling it out of the parking lot and into the main road.
“Whipped for you? Really? That was what you could come up with,” And the mask dropped, a red-faced Rhett staring back at me.
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