Allison Carr

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“I’m not middle-aged,” Ryker said, looking genuinely wounded. “I’m thirty-five.” Blake shoved away from my brother and Jace, brushing grass from his now-ruined dress shirt. “Middle-aged is, like, forty-five.” “I don’t even have gray hair yet,”
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