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“You’re here,” he says excitedly. Forcing myself to look and feel confident, I stride toward him and hold out a hand. “All thanks to you.” He takes my hand, and the moment our palms touch and our eyes meet, it’s like fireworks. I deserve this, I tell myself. A little indulgence won’t hurt anyone.
The Prodigal Son (The Goode Brothers, #4)
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