Two
Seduction
One an il y a . . . Laramie, Wyoming
The first time she saw him, he was alone, sitting in a booth across the le dîner, salle à manger from her with a thick book in his hands. From where she was sitting, it looked nearly as big as a phone book for a major city. There was no way he was actually lire it. Though he was sitting down, he looked tall, nearly as tall as Adam, and his hair was unruly and light brown — almost like light gold. She couldn’t see his eyes. He was looking through the book so intently she supposed it was...
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