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of foam spilled onto he
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he next table turned around. Azalea droppe
is that on
the tender spot just below her ear. A da
ght was hazy, obscured by alcohol. She remembered stumbling. She remembered Dallas catching her. Had he he
ling the scarf tighter. "The car doo
e wide, predatory. "That's not a door, that's a hickey. A wor
ribs. She couldn't say Your Dad.
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shot up. "Older? L
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contact nam
, her posture straightening
las's voice on the other end, though she couldn't make out t
ght now? But we hav
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ach dropped.
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ed her bag. "Come on. You d
ver Aston Martin was gleaming in the sun, dr
molding to her body. She pushed the start button, and the engine ro
life, eventually," Azalea l
ain road toward the city. The skyline loomed ah
earview mirror. She adjusted the scarf
e, Dallas had left a mark on her. And he ha
like a
it up. Eliza had paired her phon
popped up on the center co
: Anso
ing games. Come ho
. She let out
head. "It's actually creepy. Good thing yo
eering wheel tighter
ity, between herself and Anson. But she was driving straight towar
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