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fear embarrassing.
“I own Koa Bay Reserve,” I said.
His lips parted.
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes,” I said. “I do.”
Sophie removed her sunglasses slowly.
“But… the contest…”
“There was no contest.”
Ethan flinched.
I continued.
“My grandfather was not a retired mechanic. He was Arthur Blake.”
Frank’s expression changed first.
Recognition.
Then disbelief.
Then calculation.continue reading …
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