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THE GROOM'S BROTHER (CHAPTER THREE)

The robe clung to Sybil’s damp skin like silk betrayal.

She stepped out of the steamy bathroom, heart in her throat, every inch of her freshly washed body tingling with awareness. Her damp hair curled softly around her shoulders, and water still beaded along her collarbones. The room was dim, l...