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broad, muscular chest covered in a grey t-shirt.

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me and you vomit. Mes

rack and threw it at her. It la

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said. "I'm sick, Jens

will cut the funding to your grandfather's estate maintenance. I know Clark

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the elevator stoppe

h dark hair and eyes that held a calm intelligence

ng against the wall

voice was deep, ge

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on to hold the door. "You don't look oka

him. The concern in his eyes felt ali

hispered. "Just..

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his tone suggesting he wasn

opened to

t into the street.

e told the driver