Clarissa

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“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Running errands took longer than I thought, and there was traffic, and I⁠—” I reached up, cupped her chin, and wiped away the tear with my thumb as a low growl slipped from my chest. “Who the fuck did this to you?”
Downpour (The Griffith Brothers, #2)
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