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deliers that sparkled like judgmental eyes, and marble floors too polished to b
t agreed to wal
uite. King-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private garden, and a
e other half lived.
a knock at
nsed.
olite. "Good morning, Miss Leone. Mr. Moretti asked me to help you
ave a c
said to tell you this: you always have a
ic ba
elf," Aria mutt
a navy-blue silk blouse and black trousers-plain, practical.
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woman with a contr
looking at her. "I ad
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ade hi
pocket and pulled out a box. Inside was a platinum ring
it
. "This thing
said smoothly. "It be
in his expression. G
her finger. Col
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our enemies find out
nk I've gone soft for a woman from the outs
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't get th
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't lock
hed her
at was
on. Moonlight spilled across the stone path like silver lace.
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no shoes. Just a dark shirt and slacks. The
ing," she said, n
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uld take to
ftly. "I admir
lay games with people's lives? Keep them close jus
ong moment. "I don't w
at do yo
I live in. Not the headlines. Not the stories
ill hate you
t it'll be an
p, rustling the r
ely. "You killed a
killed
feel a
't change. "Only when I
nt. He reached out-not to grab h
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doing?" she
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