Chapter 68
“Nancy isn’t here. If you need something, just call me,” Vance said.
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Rebecca had already entered the bathroom when his words hit her. He’d always assumed even basic tasks like showering required help.
The warming weather felt more intense in the North than in the South, the heat hastening summer’s arrival
After the evening’s chaos and Vance’s unexpected detour, her gown clung uncomfortably, sweat making it nearly impossible to remove. The struggle only worsened the stickiness.
Hearing no sound of water running, Vance knocked on the door and called out, “Rebecca? Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine. Don’t come in,” she burriedly replied.
“Need a hand?”
“No! I said, don’t come in!”
Panic sharpened her tone, but her urgency only fueled his worry. He pushed the door open, finding her battling the stubborn fabric.
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“Can’t get it off?”
“I”
Before she could object, his fingers found the zipper.
“It’s jammed,” he noted, tugging firmly.
Silence stretched, and he didn’t move further. Impatient, she urged, “Are you done yet? If not, just go out. I can manage myself.”
He extended his palm, revealing the broken zipper pull. “Poor quality. I’ll have to tear it.”
With a sharp tear, the dress split down the back, cool air rushing against her skin. She whirled, clutching the torn bodice. “You can go now.”
“If it’s the same old drivel, spare me. I know the world doesn’t hand out rich CEOs like candy, and I’m certainly not lucky enough to meet one, especially since the only one I managed to meet is already taken.”
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