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... a pen. Scrawled a number. Then another one.
She slid it to him.
"One is my main number—well, when I get my phone back from Carson. The other’s my old number. Still active."
Lux looked at the napkin like it was holy scripture.
"You’re giving me your burner?"
"It’s not a burner," she smirked. "It’s my private line. No lawyers. No press. Just me."
He blinked. "This feels romantic in a very illegal way."
"Welcome to dating an heiress."
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