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... ’t have a name.
The restaurant was closed to the public.
On paper, it sounded reasonable: security, privacy, and all the usual requirements. But Lucas stood in front of the glass-paneled entrance with one eyebrow raised and a suspicion that Trevor had misunderstood reasonable for obscene.
A velvet rope cordoned off the entrance. Staff bowed low. Candles flickered in artful sconces. The marble floors were polished to the point of narcissism, and the long corridor leading i ...
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