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... mmediately recognized that aggressive knocking—it could only be Lucas.
Still dripping wet, he hastily wrapped a towel around himself and dashed barefoot to answer the door.
As soon as he opened it, there stood Lucas, clad in a sleek black trench coat, his hair half-dried from the wind.
His piercing eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
"Just wait inside for a bit.
I still need to dry my hair!"
Beauty ...
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