Katie Crossley

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I listen to her try to collect herself and almost lose my fucking mind in the process. “What is it?” “There’s—” Her breath hiccups, and she lets out another shaky sigh. I charge through my house like I’m on my way to commit a felony. Which I might, as soon as I figure out what the hell is going on.
Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)
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