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CHAPTER 126

Lyra

He was next to me, bare-chested in grey sweats, slicing veggies like the sexy domestic menace he was, and the whole place smelled like garlic and butter and sin.

Tasha had gone out to do her nails. Classic. Acrylics to cover the guilt. French tips for the betrayal. I hoped the nail tech m...