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“You can’t tell me what to do,” I seethe. "Sure I can." He nods slowly. Anger suffuses my guts, floods my chest, fills my blood, and spurts out through the pores of my skin. "Who do you think you are?" I snarl. "Your-husband-to-be.”
The Imperfect Marriage (The Davenports #2)
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