Liza Broadaway

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I mean…I knew why he was here. He’d just explained his thought process. And his need for my expertise. But it felt, in a way, like I’d accidentally adopted him. Like he was a duckling that had imprinted, and was finding any excuse to come see me.
If Only In Our Dreams (Christmas Daddies, #3)
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