“Miss McClure...” he had been talking while her mind drifted off. She brought her gaze back to his face, trying to focus on the flinty stare and thin line of his lips. “Sorry, I was distracted. And can’t you call… — Lizzie Ashworth Copy Share Image
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“No use kidding herself. This situation with Jarrod was a slippery slope. She’d had plenty of men since Sam, attractive, well endowed, charming in… — Lizzie Ashworth Copy Share Image
“Miss McClure...” he had been talking while her mind drifted off. She brought her gaze back to his face, trying to focus on the… — Lizzie Ashworth Copy Share Image
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