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... s he walked into the living room his eyes went straight to Abigail.
She stood in the middle of the room, flipping through a row of corporate clothes displayed on a metal rack. Soft pastels, bold charcoals, crisp whites—elegant and carefully selected, like they belonged to a woman who had to be taken seriously.
Ryan stood beside her, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a half-full glass of whiskey.
He looked at Abigail, speaking in a low, measured tone. Sh ...
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