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“Stop looking at me like that,” she snaps as a few loose tendrils of golden hair blow across her full lips. A gentleman would do as she just asked, but I’ve never professed to be any such thing. So, I keep staring. I’m not sure I could pull my eyes away from her even if I tried. “Like what?”
A False Start (Gold Rush Ranch, #4)
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