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... pled under his chin. He was waiting—waiting for one of us to make a move, to say something insightful, something ruthless.
The Delta stood nearby, arms crossed, but he wore such an unreadable expression that made guessing what was going on in his mind hard.
Álvaro, of course, sat as if he owned the entire room, shoulders squared, and eyes glistening with the newfound opportunity.
To say the man in question was to become his Father-in-law in twenty-five days and he was her ...
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