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... iven me strict orders—glam Jane up, haul her out with us, and make sure Chef Wally didn’t get lonely on the dance floor. Honestly, I was itching for some action.
Jane’s room sat just a few doors down from Livana’s suite, with Logan brooding across the hall like some guard dog. I strutted inside, holding up a glittering mini dress like a trophy.
Jane froze mid-fold, her hands on neatly stacked clothes. Her gaze shifted to the dress, lingered, then her eyes—cold, cutting—landed on ...
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