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... to respond. My brain short-circuited as I stared at the man across the table.
"How the hell is it you?"
Logan chuckled, his eyes wandering over my severe business attire, tight bun, and black-framed glasses. His lips twitched. "Dressed like that? Clearly trying to sabotage the date before it even started, huh?"
Heat crawled up my neck as I yanked off the unnecessary glasses. "My mom said I’d be meeting someone I already knew, but I never imagined it would be you." My fin ...
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