"I’ll schedule the appointment for tomorrow. You’re coming with me to get your eyes checked."
A cold, robotic female voice answered him, making the unilateral decision to take him for an eye exam.
Walker Grant’s forehead rested against hers. His breathing was a little heavy as he grunted in agreement.
’They had already kissed. If he backed out now, she would truly be angry.’
Chloe Reed left the master bedroom and went downstairs to the living room, where she sent Preston Vance a message.
Preston Vance: [Of course. I’ll make the appointment with Mr. Aldridge.]
Preston Vance: [Your voice is almost recovered, isn’t it?]
Chloe Reed: [Yes, it is.]
Preston Vance: [That’s wonderful. I’m already looking forward to the day you can speak again.]
Chloe Reed: [I am too.]
A moment later, Preston Vance told her that Mr. Aldridge had made time for them tomorrow morning at The Gilded Pavilion.
Chloe Reed agreed.
With something to look forward to, her spirits lifted and time seemed to fly. The next day, the three of them left the house together.
Walker Grant’s expression remained impassive, and he said little after getting into the car.
Fiona Linton sat in the passenger seat. After a glance at the two in the rearview mirror, she cleared her throat and said, "After the appointment, should we go out for a bit?"
Chloe Reed typed, "Where do you want to go?"
Fiona Linton said, "Ever since I got to Breyburn, I’ve just been cooped up at your place. I haven’t really been out to wander around. Even a trip to the mall would be nice. I just want to get some fresh air."
Chloe Reed nodded, seeing no problem with the idea.
But Walker Grant said, "You two go ahead. Just drop me back home first."
"Oh, come on."

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