Emma

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I spun around, ready to dig into him for letting me drop, when I saw a smile on his lips. An actual smile—not that fake, public shit some people put on. No, this had wrinkles forming near his temples, his eyes full of a weird playfulness. He covered his mouth with a hand, shoulders shaking with restrained… laughter?
Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)
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