Emily Dyer

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screaming. “Sorry,” I apologize. “It’s too late to be getting deep on you.”  “It’s never too late to go deep in me, Baseball Daddy.”  A startled laugh bursts from my lips, breaking the tension. “You’re ridiculous.”  She smiles and I like it far too much. I want to stare at her, tell her too many things when she’s looking at me like that. So instead, I dip under the water and swim away until I feel her on my heels, taking my same path in the pool.
Caught Up (Windy City, #3)
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