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enough, apparently.
“Florist,” he said.
She hated the tiny shock that went through her.
“Did my cousin send you a file on me?”
“No.”
His eyes lifted back to hers.
“Your hands did.”
“That line probably works even better than the calm voice.”
“I wasn’t trying to make it work.”
He paused.
“You smell like lilies.”
Lenora stared at him.
The flower shop smell had followed continue reading …
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