Mandy Kessler

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“Who the fuck did this to you?” I growled. For a second, she stared at me, a slight quiver to her lips. She was exhausted, devastated, at the end of her rope…and she let me see it all. But then I watched as a mask seemed to slide across her features, her gaze growing hard and cold. “Leave me alone, Camden,” she snapped, trying to brush past me.
The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)
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