Chase flashed an impish grin. "If you're so eager, Grandpa, meet her yourself. Like I said, my marriage is my business, and I'm not up for any arranged stuff."

"Darn it! What's wrong with that young lady that you're so against her? You used to carry her on your back when you were kids."

"Granddad, I've given piggyback rides to plenty of girls. Am I supposed to marry all of them? Enough of this. I've got stuff to do. Gotta run." After saying that, he winked at Sasha, signaling her to end the call.

Sasha, with mischief written all over her face, teased him, "Not even curious to meet your betrothed? What if she's a knockout? You'd be missing out, buddy."

Chase rolled his eyes at her. "Even if she were Aphrodite herself, I wouldn't marry her!"

Right then, Sasha's phone pinged with a new message. It was from her mom. She tapped the screen and saw a photo of a roguish, carefree man.

widened in shock. It was none

picked out for your arranged marriage. He's quite handsome. Don't you think? Maybe give it

Meanwhile...

up the phone and closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure. Now that Ian had brought her home, Sierra and Heidi wouldn't

and lan stood there in sleek black leisurewear. His dark eyes were

swoon.

nightstand. Leaning over, he planted a kiss on Clara's lips. His husky voice resonated close to her

"Exhausted, are you?"

taut as she looked at him. "What do you

take it slow, but you kept urging me to go faster. I couldn't very well

as he gazed at the pouting woman before

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