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... um paper, her name already scrawled in his jagged script.
Eloise Winters. Fiancée.
Luciano leaned back in the leather chair as though he owned gravity itself. His shirt, which he must have changed into the moment he left her, hung open to the sternum, revealing tanned skin and the hard line of muscle beneath. His eyes—icy blue-gray were fixed on her—cold, depthless, hungry for something she couldn’t name.
"Sign it," he said, voice a purr sharpened to a blade. "Or I hand y ...
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