“The girl doesn’t seem to care a bit about her reputation, Devil,” Grace said. “I might go so far as to say she’s absolutely no interest whatsoever in what society thinks of her.” “How would you know that?” he snapped. “You’ve met her one time.” She brandished the note. “Because she’s at the club right now.” He froze. “Which club?” A perfectly arched red brow rose as she replied, all calm, “My club.” There was a beat, followed by Whit’s quiet, “Fucking hell.” Or perhaps it was Devil who said it. He wasn’t certain, as he was distracted by the wash of fury that came over him at the words. He was
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