threw at me—the old nickname, the teasing, his charming grin, or even those chiseled abs (did I already mention those?), I refused to let him get to me after…the incident. Nope, not me. I was made of stone. Unfortunately, I’m beginning to understand that when you strike Chase against stone…you get sparks. PURCHASE A COPY |
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