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... added quickly.
Chantelle sat back in her soft chair, frowning. Her soulful eyes were full of resentment. She had just been thinking of a way to avoid him when his deep voice pulled her back.
There was something naturally captivating about his voice.
Now, with a hint of weakness, it was even harder to ignore him.
She wanted to act like she didn't hear him.
But with him towering at six foot two, there was no way to pretend he wasn't there.
"I'm just ...
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