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... quid inside. Katherine stirred the contents lazily, her mind far from the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses surrounding her. The decision to linger after the dinner banquet was, in retrospect, undeniably stupid.
The rest had moved on—either back to their hotel rooms or off to do their own thing, yet here she sat—alone at the bar, trapped by the sort of fate she used to laugh off. And now, look what that foolish impulse had summoned.
Leonard.
He wasn’t even supp ...
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