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it is to hold a woman who doesn’t feel like a bag of antlers.”
Francesca’s smile froze into something rigid and furious.
Before she could answer, a heavy hand settled on Briana’s waist.
Lucas had appeared from the crowd.
The temperature around them seemed to drop.
“Is there a problem here, ladies?” he asked.
His eyes were flat on Francesca.
“No, Don Castiglione,continue reading …
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