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nant baritone. He didn't look at her.

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lied, her voice cool.

ce. The air grew thick. She could smell his cologne-a cle

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ur boyfriend, and now you want

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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

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but he said nothing more. He turned his a