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... ing rain, the wipers slapping a rhythm that matched the throb in my jaw where Sinclair’s fist had connected.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles whitening as the memory replayed: his rage-filled eyes, his insults and the way he’d shoved me like I was nothing.
That bastard! Always playing the hero where he’s not even needed and always the one who got the girl. Kianna’s pleading but protective face when she’d stopped him twisted something deep in my gut.
She stil ...
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