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“Nah, I was always more into redheads.” “Ha, ha.” My voice feels suddenly thick and I hope he can’t hear it. He illegally parks the truck right where he illegally parked his car the last time he dropped me home and turns to look at me, his eyes burning into mine with undeniable heat this time as he says, “I’m not joking, Olivia.” And then, before I can say anything at all, or even catch my damn breath, he gets out of the truck.
Holiday Hostilities (Cyclones Christmas, #2)
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