Julie Hiltner

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“Fuck me.” He stares at my credit card as if it’s a bomb. A muscle jerks in that chiseled jaw as his amber eyes lift to mine. “You’re Reese?” he demands. “I am.” I toss my hair. “And I suppose you are the unfortunate grouchy cowboy welcome wagon.”
Burn the Wild (Runaway Ranch, #3)
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