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His big hand surrounds mine as we shake, and a zing of electricity runs through my blood at the contact of his warm palm against mine. Our eyes meet, and my breath catches. Whatever charisma Hayden has, I want some of it. “This is going to be so much fun,” I tell him. “And I’m a fast learner.” He wears a tight smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Can’t wait.”
The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)
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