Leandra Parsons

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I go to the kitchen and grab her a glass of water, hauling her over my lap with one hand. “Drink this.” Apparently, I’ve been reduced to monosyllabic grunts.  She takes a small sip. “I’m okay, really.” 
A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)
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