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My finger slides over the crest of her shoulder, and I feel her warm breath against my jaw as she tips her chin to follow. She’s watching my every move, her eyes locked onto my finger. “It’s a shame I’m not allowed to kiss you anymore. Because you look positively edible right now, Mira.”
The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)
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