Caroline Holt

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It’s fuckin’ exhaustin’ tryin’ to stay mad at you.” “Even when I steal from you?” When he locked eyes with me, he was wearing that special smile he used to have just for me. A curling of his ruddy mouth, a softening around his eyes. Like something about me warmed him from the inside out. I hadn’t seen that expression in such a long time, it momentarily took my breath away. “Especially then.”
Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)
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