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a navy suit, looking like he'd stepped out of

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hot up, and then he actually smiled. Not that cold business smile

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f the city lights. Erin held my chair out like a per

ldn't afford, "corporate rebranding. Tell me about t

golden eyes. Marrock Industries has grown rapidly over the past decade. Mu

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expression-surprise? "Most consultan

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boration. Face-to-face meetings. Y

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temper rise. "Single mothers also have res

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as never been away from me for more than a few hours. You wa

eaned forward, his voice dropping low. "This contract could set yo

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reading something there. "You fled Seattle three years ago. Pregnant, alo

cold. "How do

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food with surgical precision. When he looked

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stare at the man sitting across from me-the fat

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years of secrets and lies and a little boy who'd

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