Kenzi Harlyn

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A cold breeze kicks up my hair, sending it flying around me. I reach up, intending to tuck it behind my ears, but stop when Cam says, “No, leave it. You’re perfect.” His words settle inside me, warm and heavy. Not it’s perfect, but you’re perfect.
Just Between Us (Nashville is Calling, #2)
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