Christa Chapman

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McNab and I have a packing date tonight.’ ‘A packing date?’ ‘Yeah, we’ve got to get some serious packing done at my place. We’ll be moving into our place in a few days. Our place.’ She patted her belly. ‘Still gives me a little bit of the jitters.’ ‘You can’t imagine what it gives me,’ Eve said, and walked away when Peabody snorted.
Visions in Death (In Death, #19)
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