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. The sheet pool

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came in fragments-a bar called The Half Moon. Two shots of tequila. A th

found a robe behind the door and wrapped hersel

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at directly over her pulse, purple deepening to bruise. Someone had been inside

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had arran

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back hit

cedar and whiskey and something darker underneath. His hand

ors sta

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. "I was supposed to be there. I made a mistake. A

sense. None of this

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shoulders had dropped. Something deep in her bon

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his, his fingers closed aroun

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her into th

ors sli

steel-swollen lips, bruised neck, hollow eyes.

tor began

not let go

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tracing slow circle

as not pul

garage. Dark. Empty. A black ca

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are we

he passenger

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entirely for one raw second. Beneath it, she saw exhaust

or one night. And I have spent e

ot into

d not k

around to the driver's seat, she caught

aring back wa

was c

as far more

ights flickered overhead. Damien glanced

id. "This is going

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if the voice was

and rested on her knee-warm, possessive, familiar

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and stayed

him drive her