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laid-back man beside her, face

g, "Come on, Carol. Don't lie to me. What were you whispering to

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. "Am I though? Or are you j

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rd's step-sister on paper. At the

t calling him like that once had set him off. And he cle

asn't dared to take it on. Though West City's going well, Mr.

"I've said it enough times. Before

well and nodded. "Got

denly asked, with that casual tone, "Heard my big broth

, just idly fidgeted with th

lt heavy f

she kept her expression sti

mile, like a blade's edge. "

dangerously handsome face just inches from hers. "What? Still go

e steering wheel, palms

ailing across her clammy palm. "Sweaty a

s phone. "That guy who sold my intel last time-send him

hed till they turned white. She k

e chilly wind blow in through the crack, eyes flick

Just had to ask, "Aren't we supp

haling a stream of smoke. "Not going to the

rning impatient. "Didn't you just say y

Edward's gaze drifted, unreadable. "What, you

slightly. "

lips curling in that cocky way

l air sliding along the glass, blurring the view-isolating t

ng for a good while, each s

on't you wanna ask who Grand