Morgan Irvin

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I scrolled to her contacts, inwardly raging when I saw how many times Clark—the boyfriend I’d found out about from the P.I.—had called and texted today. I blocked his number and then made a new contact with my number that I labeled “Clark.” A second later, I was
The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)
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