LOVE TRUST

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and a florist, its warm glow inviting against the rain-streaked streets. The air smelled of roaste

canning the room for an empty seat. Just as she reached

we had the

at felt effortless-dark hair slightly tousled, a hint of stubble framing his sharp

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nt in a rain-soaked city became som

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s and doers. Emma Carter moved with purpose, her mind already on the next meeting, the next projec

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. The air inside was warm, rich with the scent of espresso and vanilla. She exhal

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d his lips. "I like

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