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2024-10-29 19:42:56‘Stop it, Alanis!’
She shut her eyes tightly for a second in an attempt to block out her thoughts. But there was something about him, a dark, menacing kind of masculinity, that chewed her mind to the physical in spite of herself, and she found it all the more difficult to cope with because nothing of that kind had ever bothered her before. But with Brody McLean… She just couldn't ignore it, she conceded helplessly.
“I know you live in Edgewater, but a few directions would be useful.”
The deep voice cut into her tortured thoughts, and when she glanced out of the window, she realized she was nearly home, the Mercedes having eaten up the miles with flawless ease.
“Of course. Sorry, I was daydreaming,” Alanis said hastily.
“That does my ego a huge world
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