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... ly she thought it might leap into her throat.
Charlotte was the kind of sleeper who could snooze through thunderstorms and fire alarms; once she was out, she was gone until morning.
That was why Yelena hadn’t bothered worrying about her daughter coming downstairs, why she’d been so brazen, straddling Mika with her bra slipped low, her bare skin pressed against his face, lost in the heat of the moment like there wasn’t another soul in the house.
But now Charlotte stood rig ...
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