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Alex glances at me and down at the space between us for half a second before he grabs the underside of my chair and pulls, dragging me toward him and closing the distance between us down to a couple of inches. I look down at the narrow gap and then up at him, raising a brow. “Was that necessary?” “Yeah. I don’t want anyone in this room confused about what’s mine.”
Pick Six (Seattle Phantom Football  #1)
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