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phone tightened.

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f curiosity wormed its way through her skepticism. She had nothing left to lose

self stepping into the sleek

reaks of neon and steel. Mia's fingers curled into fists in

of a towering glass skyscraper, her

ce-floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city, a sleek mahogany desk, and walls line

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adows over his broad frame, the sharp cut of his tailored suit doing nothing to soft

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chin. "That's m

tched, not quite a smile. "

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remained unreadable. "A marriage.

arp laugh. "You

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ng her. "I need a wife. You need money.

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ness. I'm finalizing a deal that requires me to present th

ll trying to process. "

otives. You're drowning in debt, which means

ess laugh. "So you wa

n who understa

ign of amusement. But Xavier Harringto

your financial problems. And when the contract e

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blue eyes

the role." He paused, letting the weight of his next words

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