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... > Victoria Monroe’s small hands had wrinkled Julian Fordham’s sleek trousers in two places.
Looking up, the hem of the man’s white shirt was tucked into a belt with a silver metal buckle, not as neat as usual, a bit loose.
He propped his face with one hand, tilting his head to look at her, his eyes showing an unfamiliar laziness.
He didn’t change his expression abruptly because of her recent faux pas.
His lowered gaze fell on Victoria Monroe’s tender and lovely fa ...
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