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Angela Kerr stood in Jack McCloud’s penthouse with rain striking the glass behind her like a warning, wearing a dress she could not afford and holding on to the last shred of dignity she had left.
She had come there prepared to free him.
Not because she wanted to.
Because she had spent her entire life learning how to release people before they could abandon continue reading …
She had come there prepared to free him.
Not because she wanted to.
Because she had spent her entire life learning how to release people before they could abandon continue reading …
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