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It's not even her father

Denim covers his long legs

"Talk only

Alexander looks at me

Holiday Rider (Discreet Paperback) Brutal Defender It's not even her fatherThe moment to escape his grasp comes, and I rush through the door into the holding area, questioning, "What number?" "Fifteen." Catcalls erupt from the men locked up. They echo louder as I pass more cells. "Shut up," the sheriff barks, but there's nothing he can do. The noise increases. I get to fifteen, already thinking about what I'm going to say to my clients, and freeze, the air disappearing from my lungs. . A devil in cowboy boots lounges on a

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