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”
“Do you lie too?”
Lenora set down her fork.
“About flowers?”
“About what you love.”
There it was again.
That deep, irritating talent he had for stepping one inch past where conversation should have stayed.
“You ask personal questions for a man who claims tonight is only dinner.”
“You answered.”
“That doesn’t make the question less personal.”
“No. It makes continue reading …
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