Flash Marriage To The NHL Billionaire Boss

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and dragged me flush against his scorching chest. Fragments of ne

shing against a layer of rough calluses--worn from years of gripping a ho

rack. Messy black hair, a high nose bridge, thin lips pressed tight. My gaze

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ain of the Boston hockey team, the Barrett family's absol

rom the floor, and put it on. I stopped at the door. Given his controlling natur

tepad, scribbled, "Great service. Keep the change," and pinned th

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found out I skipped work last night. Go to the of

se suite. I immediately ducked into the elevator and hit t

ver the address for Aurora Arena. The whole ride, I pray

artment, I knew something was off. Coworkers were h

ee saw me and wal

e shake-up in management. President Arthur is taking an indefinite leave for health reasons, a

ast night's mess was the real problem. I was about to turn and ask Carolee who exactly this new president was when the desk phone rang. The rece

ceiver, my fa

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