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There was something about the way he was looking at her that made her feel even more nervous....more
“So? I remembered you like the peach schnapps. It’s not a big deal.”
“Isn’t it? I remember that you hate escargot. And that you refuse to see any movie with Kate Beckinsale in it. And that you have every George Michael album
“Shut up,” he said, and then he kissed her, because there was no other way of conveying how he felt.
E, be real. These people are the walking dead.” Violet’s gaze swept over the well-dressed crowd attending the Heart Foundation’s annual fundraiser. “Older than Moses, richer than God and more boring than a truckload of accountants.”
He was wearing a classic black tuxedo, but he someh...more