Susan Lowe

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“Jared, though?” she chirped over the music, cutting off my train of thought. “I can imagine that relationship threw you on the ground and fucked the daylights out of you, huh?” I turned my wide eyes on her, barely noticing Jaeger’s car zooming past me. “Metaphorically speaking, of course,” she added. I breathed out a nervous laugh, stunned into silence. I had to hand it to her. She was bold.
Aflame (Fall Away #4)
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