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finger along the rim of her glass. "

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barstool, her smi

the

elevator, tension crackling like a live wire. The next, she was pressed against the cool glas

lights stretching endlessly into the n

ng fire down her sides as he gripped her

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ned. "And you're p

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about hi

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told her this

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