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... ’s slender body stayed pressed tightly against the car door.
Theodore Grant patted the seat next to him. "Move over here."
Her tear-dampened eyelashes slowly lifted. She looked at him and shook her head.
When she cried, there was an innate, shattered quality about her.
Especially in bed, he would often lose himself in it, unable to pull away.
He withdrew his gaze from her face. "You’d better drop that lifeless act. Anyone who didn’t know better would think ...
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