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nant baritone. He didn't look at her.
yes were dark, almost black, ab
lied, her voice cool.
ce. The air grew thick. She could smell his cologne-a cle
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er her, a slow, appraising inventory that mad
ur boyfriend, and now you want
out, her fingers trailing lightly o
nvestment. Beautiful, talented,
her wrist. His grip was unyielding-not painful, but a
is voice a low growl. "I despise women who thin
he crushed it. This was nothing. She
ensive." She let the words hang in the ai
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grip. He let her go. She sat up straight, folding he
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lowly. The corner of his mouth li
on. I provide the Miller connection and a fiancée
ark eyes dissecting her. She could fee
ld her
engagement stands. My assist
her, so intense she felt li
e. "Thank you, my dear sponsor." She d
but he said nothing more. He turned his a
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