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patterns. You obtained a restraining order against her sister. Yo

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precise movements. "Or are you making the same mistak

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down the next morning, holding two coffee

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had bought me coffee in... I

you know?

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it, because Julian's idea of charity is writing checks and leaving." Nate gestured toward the door. "Ha

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raining, legal aid. Real programs with real impact.

tightened.

a damn about something other than stock prices." He paused. "And because

ld you

subject and pretending he hadn't." Nate's expression was knowin

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suit from the office, his expression unreadable. His eyes l

ze and grinned. "Ju

our table in three strides.

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rst words in ten minutes. "Shelters

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coffee. I stared at m

charity work if you don't

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asive. I don't want y

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in. "I'm saying you should do whatever

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ome here?" I a

bruptly. "I ha

turned back. "The charity work. It'

before I co

and warm coffee, trying to un

joy your breakfast date, sis? Does your husband kno

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