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think my house is cold.”
“I think your son does.”
Silence.
Constance, standing just outside the room, inhaled sharply enough to make her presence known.
Caleb ignored her.
Brooke looked at him more gently then.
“I’m not saying you don’t love him, Mr. Montgomery. I’m saying love and comfort are not always dressed alike. You tried to solve a heartbreak with continue reading …
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