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g court, his Rolex catching the light as he gestured for her to join him. "

to draw every eye at the table-including the bodyguard lurking in the shadows. "I don't belong to Matteo,"

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tti's hand kept finding excuses to brush against her bare shoulder. When his pinky finger

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his fingers slip to her throat. "You'd be su

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between the shoulder blades: "Tell De Luca his shipments stop di

m on the marble floor. Only when she reached the ladies' room did she unclench her fists-and the t

filled the doorway, his ex

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on her lip with a s

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