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My hands stilled on her back. This unguarded admission did something strange to me. It unleashed a protective, fierce side I hadn’t experienced toward a woman since I’d been a scrawny kid and tried to defend my sisters. The soft breeze tugged at her brown curls as she lost herself in the sight of the city.
Twisted Loyalties (The Camorra Chronicles, #1)
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