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She nuzzled his chest and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse conditioner. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. Earles would permit. " "I, Sir!—I swear——" "Tush!" interrupted Jonathan, harshly. She's my mealticket. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. Consternation gripped him.
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