Katie Thayer

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‘Not when I’m here for the wedding.’ She winces. ‘You’re here with the bride.’ It’s not a question. With that accent, it’s the only explanation. She squeezes her eyes tightly shut, then blinks them open again. ‘I am the bride.’ Fuck.
Release Me: (The Beckett Brothers, #5)
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