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She grunts. “Lawson.” I can’t help but smile at how she says my name, like she’s completely annoyed by me. It’s not the first time I’ve had it happen, and I’m almost sure it won’t be the last time. I’m a bit of a handful for just about everyone.
Face Off (Seattle Serpents, #2)
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