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... pite the surface they dealt with. The horses pulling the carriage galloped with easy energy, their slick coats shimmering in the afternoon sun.
Inside the carriage, Cal sat annoyed, with Tavia looking at the side of his face with amusement.
“I know someone who can get us good seats in a restaurant. I’ll treat you, Tavia!”
The line was said with such smooth confidence that Tavia could do nothing but accept gracefully. It would be ideal if Cal had been the one to say that l ...
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