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this is not charming.”
“I don’t think he’s aiming for charm.”
That surprised her enough to make her look up sharply.
Matteo’s face had already returned to careful neutrality.
He nodded once and left.
Lenora put the gardenias in a low glass bowl by the register, where customers would assume they belonged to the shop.
She told herself that was why she chose continue reading …
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