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Lewis propped his tablet up on the dresser, turned to the nearby mirror, and pushed play for the YouTube video on how to tie a perfect bow tie. Annabelle had taught—or tried to teach—him how to do this several times, but apparently those brain cells were put to a different use.
It was a well-done, easy-to-follow video, and he was pleased with the results. He started to move to the bed where the coat of his tux lay, but turned back to his tablet instead.
He typed a quick message to the creator of the video, “Interested in doing how-to videos for my company? Email me.
[email protected]”
He powered down the tablet, put on his jacket. He checked his phone and saw he’d missed a text from Tess earlier in the day. “Find me a date or you’re kissing me at midnight, hot stuff.”
Well, if he had to work finding Tess a date into his plans, so be it. Because it wasn’t the oldest Devine sister he’d be kissing at midnight.
He put his phone into his pocket and stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway. He’d gotten halfway down the hall when he remembered his keys, did an about face and ran smack into a tiny, blonde, shiny object.