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“Will you be my eyes when I’m not around?” “Your eyes?” “Yeah. My wing-woman.” Her cheeks pinkened as she swiped a smear of flour off her cheekbone. The action only added more flour. “Nope. Sorry. My loyalty lies with Tara.” “Bet I can win you over.” “I can’t be won. It’s called integrity.” The side-eyed grin she sent me was as dangerous as it was charming.
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