Echoes of A Foolish Heart

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't stop think

of Camilla from his head, she kept coming back-haun

pposed to fe

give anything to date. Cleo Cora Whitley wasn't just a pretty face-she had status, confid

amilla Macintosh the only face

't make

s swung open, nearly hitting him. He stepped back just

e sh

wn and cascading over her back like soft waves. She hadn't

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s happening to

s whole time and I never

air caught the light... it was m

gripping the stra

ght. She's a pri

letting go of wh

nd flipping her red curls with the other. Her friends surro

taring a

one

noticed her watching, she put on her biggest smile and

sweetly, tilting he

cheek, and wrapped one stro

y,

bea

you,"

d with his usual confiden

playfully. "You'

e laughed

, he stared down at her green eyes, but they d

anym

ngry?"

said, eyes glo

toward the parking lot, Markis noticed C

it her ju

stylish, like her. She moved with purpose, slidin

d by his ca

o s

lways

ly, arms folded. "Wha

ping out of it. "Huh

?" she fired back. "Who w

on

rkis," Cleo snapped.

. "Can you not start

the qu

it was nothi

ke she's walking poetry. Like she's something. And I'm not stupid.

r, unlocking the c

idn't

g where you act lik

snapped, opening her door. "But I'm not your p

nted to say more. But instead, she slip

und to the driver

. For the first time in three years, t

pscale burger joint tucked between Soho and Ea

called one of

in greeting. "Wha

me a voice from

a booth, her curly hai

it up.

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hing while Markis sat down with his boys. He laugh

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