Tanya Landman

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“Here you go.” She hands me my phone back. “I sent myself a text, so I have your number too. Oh wait.” She reaches for my phone and taps away on it before holding it up and taking a picture of herself. “There, now you also have my picture as the contact.” Yeah, I won’t stare at that all night.
He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)
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