Leandra Parsons

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“How could I forget the way you domineered the weekly ordering process?” Julian hesitantly opened the box, frowning. “You didn’t have to buy dinner,” he muttered, ignoring my critical comment. Typical. “How much was it?” “Don’t worry about it.”
Alive at Night (Wildflower, #1)
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