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lyn was no longer a suitable place for "Damian Blackwood's fiancée" to live. And so, after

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hint of vulnerability, anything that woul

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to be playing the role

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er now, colder. But

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unter. "You wanted the truth about your fa

truth puts

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at the screen-and the tens

ely, that it was

ne tightened slightly, his jaw c

said, his

aw the change in his posture-the slight stiffening of his shoulders,

he ended the call, he

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hone down, I said

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a slow sip, and then-**as if nothing had

ed. "Ex

nless you plan on meeting the press in that," he gesture

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one again, tapping out

at him.

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't flinch.

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