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... the drive—and the kiss that had left my lips warm, my heart borderline feral, and my head in some cloud I had no intention of coming down from.
Thomas greeted us with a polite bow. "Mr. Walton. Ma’am." His voice was as smooth and deep as the polished mahogany of the grand staircase that swept up into the shadows behind him.
Adrien led me to the sofa and I sank into cushions so deep I felt I might never get out. He didn’t sink, of course. He belonged here, his posture relaxed and ...
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