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Julian cleared his throat. “You might want to actually look at the buttons, mate.” “I did. But I’m not really interested in trinkets.” The gentleman folded Scarlett’s fingers over her palm, and before she could pull away he kissed her hand, letting his lips linger much longer than necessary. “I think we should go,” Julian said. His knuckles were white,
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