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I pulled a cashmere throw off an armchair and draped it over him. That’s when I noticed the shirt tucked under his arm. It was mine. One I’d left here. Any ice left in the cracks of my heart liquefied. “Damn you, Price,” I whispered.
The Price of Scandal (Bluewater Billionaires)
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