Leandra Parsons

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stairs, I see him striding toward his gym bag and grabbing a towel from it. He hurriedly runs it all over his arms and chest. Then he's reaching for an extra t-shirt, and I realize I'm disappointed when he pulls it over his head. "I got a little carried away with my workout," he admits sheepishly. "I wasn't planning on being sweaty for our lesson."
1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)
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