Charis Wheeler

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Then he got out of the car. I expected him to stalk away, but he didn’t. He walked around the front of my car, opened my door for me, and picked me up out of the car—still not letting me trudge through the snow even though I could feel his anger in his tense shoulders.
Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)
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