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... nting her pure white knitted dress with a faint hue of orange.
A gentle breeze came, and Jasmine Yale lightly brushed away her tousled hair. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Joe Heath watched from behind the floor-length window.
If she turned her head, she could see him there at the window.
But, even as she climbed into a taxi, she didn’t lookback.
Joe Heath drained his glass of red wine.
No sooner had Jasmine entered the car than Sylvan Cheney’s phone call came th ...
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