Leanne

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“Wyatt Edgeworth?” Wyatt was certain his mouth fell open. He gaped at the six-foot-plus slab of suited muscle standing in his doorway, but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t often every fantasy you ever had came to life and knocked on your front door.
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