Chapter 23
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My elderly neighbor insisted on playing matchmaker, bringing a prospective suitor directly to my door.
I reluctantly invited them in.
We'd barely sat down when Dorian rang the doorbell.
He smiled like a mischievous fox.
"Why didn't you mention we had company? I was just about to take my son out for the day."
His "son" being his overfed tabby cat.
After they hurriedly left, he gave me his most innocent look.
I felt a headache building.
"Dorian... please stop wasting your time on me."
His smile faded.
"Still can't forget Alaric?"
"It's not about him."
Alaric's name—no one had spoken it aloud in years.
