Bailey Kuskoski

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“You drove all the way over here to bring me that? How do you even know it’s mine? The girl who had her arm around you had some on too.” I stare at him, irked and bemused.  “I didn’t drive, I, uh, ran here.” He scratches the nape of his neck.
Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)
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