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By the time Xavier Grayson realized what had happened, the knot of the apron was already secure. He looked down at the bright, cartoonish print against his bespoke trousers, his expression sour enough to curdle milk. "Did you not hear a word I said?"

Chloe Bishop looked up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide and shimmering with a practiced innocence. "I'm just so tired, Xavier," she whispered