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st. She had a smudge of flour on her cheek and was kneading a ball of dough with

er back. He was murmuring instructions, his lips close to her ear. It was an act of such

oorway, the sight turn

ared he

part like gui

ter! Good morning! I was just making you some of my organic, gluten-free scon

eadable. "Jasmin is exploring culinary therapy for her PT

so insulting, it wa

smin's outstretched hand. She smiled, a tight, pa

cloyingly sweet, a saccharine coati

ur from Jasmin's cheek, a gesture of faux intimacy that made Jasmin flinch in surpri

inless-steel trash can by the door, she let the half-eaten scone an

in the room. She felt Damon's eyes on her, hi

She grabbed her purse and was out the door

ice. It was a discreet private

mily friend, a man she trusted. H

ed with concern. "But I have to advise you, these emergency pill

. "I know, Julian. But I cannot get preg

. He sighed, took out his prescription pad, and wrote

t there, swallowing it down with a small cup of water. It felt less like taking medic

a press conference about a new urban renewal project. He was powerful, charismatic, the master of hi

zzed. A text

home early. Jasmin wants to plant some flowers in

st. It was a test

ssage, her thumb hov

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et of pills into a hidden zippered compartment in

arview mirror. The haunted look was gon

time to see what new performanc