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For one night, I don’t want to think about whose daughter she is, and I sure as hell don’t want to think about her leaving in less than two months. My steps swallow hers, chasing after her. Reaching around Miller for the handle of the door, I pull in, holding it closed with my chest to her back and my arms caging her in on either side.  I lower my lips to her ear. “Is that what you need to hear, Miller? That I think you’re hot? Do you really need to hear me say I can’t keep my fucking eyes off you when you’re in the room, or have you finally picked up on that?”  Her body stiffens and from ...more
Caught Up (Windy City, #3)
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