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... barely three minutes, but Lucas hated every second of it. He sat angled toward the window, coffee forgotten in the cupholder, eyes fixed on the immaculate sweep of the gardens as though the roses and trimmed hedges could answer the questions grinding against his ribs. His fingers drummed once, then stilled. The platinum band on his hand glinted whenever sunlight cut through the trees, a reminder of the promises they had made and the ones he feared might still break.
Trevor’s hand never l ...
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