Kenzi Harlyn

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“Fontana Ridge,” Cam breathes. I stare up at him. “That’s it. How did you know that?” “That’s my hometown,” he tells me, and my brows climb up my forehead in disbelief. “That’s my aunt and uncle’s farm. And my mom makes all the stuff in the shop.”
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