Holy sh-shoot. The malodorousaroma of his cheap cigars lingered in the air, lurking darkly beneaththe choking sweet perfume of air freshener. Me want Josh. Paul is gone.
Mitch didn't try to argue. The words came out in a strangled whisper. Momentum yanked him toward the edge. Green eyes blinking innocence, she touched a hand to her chest.
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