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... tly, though she tried to steady it. Seeing him, tall, composed, with sharp eyes in the dim hallway light, was the last thing she expected at this hour.
He tilted his head, as if her question was amusing, hands buried casually in the pockets of his long coat.
"Well, I called you. Five times. You didn’t answer."
Her stomach twisted. He said it so matter-of-factly, like ignoring him was a crime punishable by midnight visits.
Heat rose to her cheeks, but whether it wa ...
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