Mr Billionaire's Forgotten Heir

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, like sand on the beach. Every time I thought I had a

I didn't have ti

tebook was open in front of me, its pages filled with scribbled ob

alk to you,

the older man from before-Peter, I think Abb

You've ment

u're persistent, I'll give you that. But Theo's n

ferent?" I asked, lean

nt, then shook his head. "T

ose stor

p down. "You'll have to fig

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against the rocks with a force that m

bby's café with that damn notebook. She wasn't l

r that. But stubbornness wasn

y the sunlight hit the water. Photography had always bee

and for a moment, t

voice cut thr

e sh

few feet away, her hands tucked

nding there?" I asked, my t

she said, smi

y camera. "What do y

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lready t

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, and for a moment, I di

said, gesturing to my camera. "D

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hook my head. "Beca

saw understanding in her eyes. But then she ste

everything to yourself

awson," I said,

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feel predictable, but it didn't

or the first time, I felt a flicker of doubt

e way his voice softened when he talked about his photos. Th

giving up

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lite refusals. Every time I tried to ask someone a

set, I was exhausted and no c

rushing against my skin. The view was breathtaking, the ocean stre

en I s

iff, his camera in his hands. He looked so lost in

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it?" I said, wal

look up. "

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is camera down. "Wha

aid, sitting d

get them," he said,

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hings are bette

his profile. "What a

rcing. "You think you know me, Ms. Daws

aybe not. But I'm n

g moment, then shook his

"So I've b

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er how many times I pushed her away, she kept

it it, there was a part of me

let her in. Not

sand off my hands. "Go

expression unreadable. "G

he feeling that I'd just lost a batt

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nd of the waves filling t

see the pieces of him. The question was, could I