His Unwanted Fiancée Was His True Savior

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in the Don's ear. He was sitting in his study, entrenched in a fort

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fellowship.

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saw something in my eyes. Maybe he saw the bone-deep e

d softly, breaking character. "

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't matter

he was pacing now, frantic. "He's ruin

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going to kill him. I'm going to march into h

rp as a scalpel. "You swor

. My father will know I was practicing field medici

, tears welling in her eyes, de

ng to let him belie

slung my purse

. "I don't want a man who needs

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Linda. Then

man in Chicago who doesn't realize h