the way to my company's park

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ough his hair. "I ne

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? Shove the groom off the altar and declare your undying love like so

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ack me open and leave me bleed

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ping closer, "I need my best friend beside me. I'm not sure I'

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m from memory. I know every crack, every fracture. I've held the broken pieces

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im when he's never even

orce myself to meet his eyes. "I'm no

wouldn't ask if i

like that

ecause I'm pathetic

always

in your face, I'm not picking up the pieces this

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calling him

ting. Lef

othing. The battery's at 12%-just enough to call

low purr of an engine that sounds like it crawled straight out of hell-

monstrous black Ford Mustang Shelby

od help me-the man behind th

. Sharp-jawed, dark-haired, and dressed in all blac

zing me up. I resist the urge to smooth do

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and annoyingly sexy. "I'm Knox Hartley. Finn's brothe