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... uples sharing a table at a Christmas party. Drinks, lights, soft music playing somewhere behind us. Nothing about it screamed "disaster waiting to happen." But then again, things never do, until they do.
Tasha was the last person I expected to see that night. Yet there she was, seating across from us, dressed to kill and smiling like she was auditioning for sainthood.
The guy—Devon, as I later learned—looked every inch the man who knew his worth. Confident posture, tailored suit, ...
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