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*Cal*That was a shot in the dark.I didn’t expect Heidi to agree so quickly to my invitation to spend New Year’s Eve with me.If anything, I assumed she wanted nothing to do with me and that she only accepted my help because she was desperate. But maybe, just maybe, my selfish hope that she, too, felt something between us isn’t an illusion after all.Maybe my flirting skills aren’t as rusty as I thought they were. However, Heidi is different.It will take a lot of effort to finally get her to tear down the walls she’s built to protect herself. She’s clearly afraid of me because of the dealings she’s witnessed from a distance at my club over the years.She doesn’t know exactly what I do for a living, but she’s right. Getting involved with me is not a good idea. I should be the one keeping my distance from her, knowing what that could mean for her life and her safety. I can’t imagine her being harmed again because of me.But deep down, I’m a selfish man. Despite my best efforts, now t
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