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... kill him—Alejandro Madrigal, I mean. But then my boss showed up in Kentucky, and just arrived yesterday. I honestly thought she wouldn’t go through with her plan. She always throws us off. Always so damn unpredictable.
Right now, I’m in my dazzling gown, arm-in-arm with Logan, attending whatever gala my boss decided we had to crash. I turned my head to look at Logan—clean, polished, and annoyingly handsome from head to toe. He even slicked his hair back and styled it with wax, like one ...
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