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t detail. My partner Bryton Snyder had his arm around his latest
ays talk about? Looks...not very good." Tif
ose from
pped lightly on the rim of the glass, once, twice. I w
. I just want you to underst
Tiffany's curves to me, with that
n't be s
owd la
ughe
beside me, the movement slow and deliberate, the base of the glass tapping the si
h to fill the now quiet space, "do you remember wh
s his Beta. Hi
aphne will be useless. Wouldn't it be better to find a more politically valuable marriag
sn't closed properly that night. I was standing in the hallway, and I heard everything." Brighton's pupils contract
ht fall on my face, "I've decided on th
phne L
ith my fingertips and
you, Brighton Sny
mal and irrevocable potential bond, recognized by the la
to pale. "You dare!" he f
st now accept my refusal," I sta
hen at the curious and excited gazes o
it!" The few seconds felt like an eternity. Brighton's ja
h word felt like
my soul, but even more so, a s
ack straight, steps unhurried. Reaching the door, I paus
back of his wardrobe, there's a hotel receipt that wasn't co
drained fr
door and stepped i
hree months but never called. It was my father's friend, Walter Price, who had never been in favor of my relationship with Brighton. "Mr. Walter Price? This is Daphne Lindsay. I've made up my mi
e finally appea
were something I'd
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