Elle

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“Is this about the toy you bought me?” She climbs the last of the stairs, folding her arms over her chest. My gut drops. Of course she figured it out. “Pippa.” I drag in a breath. “I’m so sorry.” She stares at me. I can’t read her expression. “Why?” I shake my head, feeling sick with nerves. “It crossed a line. You told me that in confidence and—” I cut myself off, frustrated. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I had too many beers and I’d been thinking about you all day.” Shit, I didn’t mean to say that. “Because we’d been texting. I’d been thinking nonstop about what you said at the ...more
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Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)
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