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... he threw Zeke a lopsided grin. "You know... I’ve got a friend. Stunning, sharp, knows how to have fun. You two might hit it off."
Zeke didn’t respond. He kept his gaze on the amber liquid in his glass, the faint reflection of the club lights flickering inside it.
Logan chuckled. "Okay, not your type? Just say the word, I’ll find another. Blonde? Brunette? Quiet, loud, bookish, wild, you name it, I can arrange an introduction."
Still nothing.
Logan arched a brow an ...
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