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through skin today; it w

y to the controlled substance locker on

man who had signed off on far too many

f I had just leveled

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mily ne

r part of the

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tor submitting h

out before he could

in my pocket was the only h

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stablishment where the bosses signed

to demonst

ttle “disturbance” with Isobel

irm against the small of my back—a de

at d

h of us without even

orders at his Capos while the

nd for the lady, the linguine w

fr

ibbled it down

ed at me, his gaze sliding over

iet today,

ed me shri

annoyed by what he per

. Eat something; you

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ly a statem

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rove me ther

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bel,” he

instantly shifted—becoming

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returned wi

rom the prawns,

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edding, Isobel will move into the guest

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t was a

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