he Return of the Discarded Heiress

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body going rigid like a cat cornered by a

s from her biological father's phone call-yet she ha

ck away from his suffocating proximity. "I don't need a c

get angry at

in his chest. The physical rumble transfe

ally rebuilding the physical distance while maint

e Benson, and my family," Hill stated, his tone flat and factual. "It

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was the most revered artistic titan on the entire East Coast.

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mask the violent churning in her chest. Sh

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at the back of Carmel's seat. "

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hed-out t-shirt and cheap jeans

like this was social suicide. It was ha

to her clothes. He knew exa

sed a hidden silver butt

the back of the sea

Hermès Birkin bag and a heavy garmen

e was an absolute command. "Take off those wet clothe

ovided the perfect, undeniable reason for her

teeth. She couldn't

at separated the front and back seats. She yanked it up. The thick black pan

heavier. The scent of Hill's cedar

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on the tinted glass still outlined

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t t-shirt and pulled the black si

illimeter-perfect precision. A brief click of the intercom sounded, and Carmel's voice drifted back. "Don't be so

realizing just how deep t

over her bare shoulders and slammed th

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ly tap against his knee, betraying

urning onto a heavily guarded,

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