Bailey Kuskoski

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“You’re quiet.” Her soft voice pulls me out of my head, shocking me.  I let the smile easily slip on my face. “Miss my voice already?”  The light behind me helps cast a glow around her face and body, allowing me to see the tiny furrow of her brows. “No, you’re just…unnaturally quiet. That normally doesn’t happen.”  “Aren’t you observant,” I tease or at least I attempt to, but I think I do a shit job because her brows soften like she’s figured something out, but then her face becomes impassive.
Please Don't Go (The Midnight Strike, #1)
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