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“That’s not what I want, Quinn. And quite frankly, it pisses me off that you’re so willing to brush last night off as if it’s nothing.” His jaw clenches and his throat bobs as he averts his gaze out to the darkness in front of us that’s illuminated by the headlights.
The Mistletoe Bet
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