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... " James Grant’s sharp eyes glinted with a hint of amusement. "If it were me, I’d drown in the lure of softness rather than let some clowns push us around—shouldn’t we tightly hold on to our own women?"
As he spoke, his hand beneath the table continued to roam.
The subtle emotion that had just surfaced in Evelyn Clayton’s heart immediately dissipated.
Expressionless, she slapped James Grant’s misbehaving hand away from her waist and, still not satisfied, pinched the man’s ...
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