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his voice curt. "You'll

al chandeliers sparkled overhead, reflecting light onto marble floors that seemed too pri

k suit greeted them at the door. Her eyes briefly scanned Ja

te? The reality of their arrangeme

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Hartford now. Play the part." His tone was detach

was a dream-plush furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlo

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is big enough for both of us. But if you i

o say. The man was an enigma-cold,

edge of the bed, her heart heavy. She had entered a world o

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help but wonder: what had sh