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my purse between us.
“The clinic on Thirty-First Street?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer. “I know. My driver saw you get on the train. You should take a cab, Taylor can afford it.”
A chill went straight down my spine. “Why were you watching my doctor’s office?” I asked.
“I make it my business to know where my investments are,” Eric continue reading …
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