BORROWED LOVE ON ICE
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my arms. "
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or needing help,"
half a second. Then she blinked
g her throat. "Are we sitti
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the door and
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ched her
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into the jet. "That's a whole-ass private plane! A billionaire
id, tossing his gear bag up and flo
the back. "Where
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someone mutte
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and I'll dec
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was besid
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ly lau
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of her mouth. The way she kept
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my palm, voice low. "S
frowned
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anted to say someth
d and slumped low
shouting-someone dared Jay to
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wed my g
llow. Her nails dug into the armrest. Lucien sai
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the armrest. "You could t
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