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... s the green felt like stars across a dark sky. Two striped balls rolled into corner pockets—a clean break that made Roberts' smirk falter slightly.
"Stripes," Isabella announced, circling the table with measured steps. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor, a steady rhythm that matched the jazz still playing softly in the background.
Liam leaned against a nearby pillar, watching as she studied the table with the same intensity she used to analyze business contracts. The re ...
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