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He set his glass down on the marble counter.
The quiet click sounded louder than thunder.
“Are you finished?” he asked.
Angela blinked.
“What?”
“Are you finished deciding what I want?”
The words hit her harder than anger would have.
Jack walked toward her slowly, with the calm certainty of a man who had already made up his mind and had no interest in pretending continue reading …
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