The CEO's Substitute: Love In London

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replaced by an intensity that bordered on obsession. He looked

Cason said softly.

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nch. "New York is home now, Mr. Vincent

aned in, just an inch too close. "Is it? Some pasts are

act. He was taller than Cason by maybe half an inc

enough to look haughty again. "Just expanding my portf

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a vintage pocket watch converte

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dread as she watched the color drain from Kamden's face. She didn't know the watch, but she

g his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "She h

air like smoke. I was the

eck stood out. He wanted to hit him. He wanted to rearra

onderful! Introductions made. Now, if you'll exc

gly. "We'll catch

r like a sibling. He

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Helena. His eyes were searching, desperate. "L

ed it, her fingers cold against his neck. She couldn't

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