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... to where they are. I am a little nervous and not exactly sure how to act around them.
Not while I’m painfully aware of how short the shirt I’m wearing is. Not while all the mocking voices of my pack members rang in my head.
I pause just beyond the threshold, my hands loose at my sides, taking in the men before me, one by one. My chest flutters with something I cannot name.
Ronan turns first. His attention sharpens the moment he sees me, and his expression eases as if some ...
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