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I’m over it now.”
“Sienna Blackwood,” Tiffany repeated.
This time, her smile flickered.
Everyone in business knew that name.
Preston grabbed Sienna’s arm.
“We need to talk. Now.”
Marcus’s hand closed around Preston’s wrist with surprising strength.
“Remove your hand from my granddaughter, or I’ll have security remove you from this building.”
Preston let go continue reading …
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