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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 686

"Much appreciated."

We came to a halt in front of the elevator.

I felt a gaze upon us.

Glancing over, I saw Dailey standing next to me.

Silence fell for a moment, but given he wasn't a stranger, I felt compelled to break it.

"Headed downstairs, Mr. Clarkson?"

Dailey's eyes briefly swept over Christine before he responded, "Yeah, wrapping up. Off to the parking garage."

Got it, he was leaving.

I mentioned, "We're also headed to the parking garage. Might as well share the ride."

No sooner had I finished than Merritt suddenly piped up, "Chris, my back's suddenly itchy. Can you scratch it for me? My hands are full."

A simple request, and Christine was quick to help out.

"Chris, it won't work through the coat."

Merritt's voice, laden with a hint of whine and those puppy-dog eyes, really did make him seem like a big, playful pup.

Impossible not to feel a bit soft-hearted.

I've never been one for younger guys, totally not my thing.

But Christine seemed to be enjoying herself.

She reached right into his collar, "Here?"

Merritt chuckled, "A bit lower."

Was it just me, or did it seem like he was trying to rile Dailey up?

But he probably didn't know about Dailey and Christine's past.

And Christine was unlikely to bring up an ex with someone new.

Maybe it was just that male territorial instinct kicking in?

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open.

"Alright, Chris, let's head in," Merritt said.

He stretched out an arm to hold the elevator doors, ushering Christine and then me inside, offering a protective gesture.

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