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... nsive leather, citrus candle wax, and the sharp clean bite of hotel air-conditioning. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a glittering Los Angeles skyline that looked almost too perfect to be real.
I carried Rory through the doorway to the smaller bedroom like she was made of glass—her small head tucked under my chin, one arm looped loosely around my neck, the other dangling soft and trusting.
Every step was measured so her breathing stayed even, so the faint rise and fall of her che ...
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