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... he would never admit defeat. How could she possibly admit defeat?
"Alright, alright," Julian Rathborne’s kiss landed on her earlobe, filled with affectionate tenderness, "You’re even better than a money-counting machine, okay?"
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The next morning.
Julian Rathborne was awakened by a string of melodious phone rings. His phone was ringing; a call had come in.
Julian Rathborne opened his drowsy eyes. It was already eight in the morning, and the brilliant mor ...
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