Ashleigh

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Then, I climbed to my feet, cracking my neck before I turned to face Marshall. He was just a few yards away now. His stride slowed a bit when he realized how tall I was, and that made my fake grin even easier to slap into place. Alright, motherfucker. Let’s play.
False Start (Red Zone Rivals, #5)
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