Tate Webb

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He tilted his head slightly, like he could read every thought passing through her mind. His lips curled into a half-smile, and he arched a brow in question. She saw it, then, how he used his smile like a weapon. She didn’t like it aimed at her.
Conquest (The Four Groomsmen of the Wedpocalypse #1)
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