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One More Kiss

Chloe

Seattle, Washington

24 weeks & 1 day pregnant

Gala Night

Bright lights flashed outside the Emerald Center as I stepped out of the town car.

The “red carpet” bore a royal blue “Rogue” pattern of paperback books, and a security guard stood in front of every window.

I caught sight of my reflection in the glass, admiring the bump under my chiffon mint colored dress.

“Your invitation, please.” The host held out her hand.

“I don’t have one,” I said. “But I have an employee badge.”

He sighed and shook his head, taking out a tablet. “What’s your first and last name, Miss?”

“Chloe March.”

He tapped his screen a few times, and then he spoke into a mic in his jacket. “One of Mr. Carrington’s VIP guests is here. Can you escort her inside, please?”

Within seconds, a man in a black tuxedo appeared and reached for my hand. He smiled and led me past the line, walking me right inside the massive ballroom.

My heart fluttered as I saw my sketches come to life in every bit of decor. I spotted a few authors I adored laughing by the seven-tiered S’mores & HEAs Forever bar, and others were taking selfies by the Dirty Fairytales & Dinner tables.

“Oh, wow!” Sandra stepped in front of me, smiling. “You made it out after all, and you’re absolutely glowing!”

“Thank you, Sandra.” I gently tugged at her silky red sleeve. “You look good, too. Is Mr. Carrington here?”

“Yeah.” She pointed across the room, and my breathing slowed at the sight of him in a custom black suit and grey and mint tie that matched my dress.

“He’s being more approachable than ever, too.” She showed me phone. “I took a picture with him. You should get one, too.”

“I’ll consider that,” I said.

The DJ began to play a new song, and she set down her drink.

“I’ll catch up with you after this! Bye!”

She disappeared into the crowd and I moved toward Tyler.

He was talking to Tasha in Accounting, but when I was halfway to him, his eyes remained on me.

“You look good, Chloe,” Tasha said, smiling. “You’re carrying so damn well.”

“Thank you.” My eyes were on Tyler. “Do you mind if I borrow Mr. Carrington for a moment?”

“Not at all.” She patted my shoulder and walked away. “Tyler, I—”

“Meet me in the coat check closet in five minutes,” he interrupted.

“You can’t talk to me out here?”

“Not unless you want everyone in this room to know how I really feel about seeing you in that dress.” He reached out to touch me, but he sighed. “You should leave first.”

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