Your mother hates me,” Chloe said as they slid into the limousine.

     Declan didn’t reply just drew her close and nuzzled her neck. What could he say? His mother didn’t like her, but it was less about Chloe and more about his mother.

     She pushed him away and glared at him. “Aren’t you worried?”

     “What do I need to worry about?” he asked leaning down and kissing her again. She had been driving him crazy all night with that tight little dress and he wanted his hands and his mouth on her.

     “That she doesn’t like me,” Chloe said, her voice going breathy as he sucked on her neck.

     “It...