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... "Let go of me, Lucius. My feet hurt. I’ll walk slowly, like a tortoise," she mumbled.
He stared at her, stunned. They weren’t walking anywhere; they were just waiting for a taxi. He noticed her flushed cheeks and sighed. ’What in the world did she drink this time?’
"Damn it! I should’ve kept an eye on her," he muttered, pulling her closer into his embrace. "No one’s walking, Layla. Your head’s spinning," he said softly, tightening his hold around her. When the taxi finally arriv ...
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