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... into the amber depths of my wine, watching the light fracture against the glass.
The truth was a luxury I hadn’t been able to afford since I was a child. The truth was that Noah Bennett was no longer just a name on a payroll or a body in a suit.
The truth was that the scent of him, soap, sweat, and that faint, irritatingly sweet aroma of the pastries he’d stuffed his face with at the wedding, was currently the only thing keeping my head above water.
The truth w ...
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