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in his office. And every time she closed her eyes, she saw Eric's face-no

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he studio specifically because she knew Aislinn sometimes needed a "therapy session." The car

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ing garage, the engine gro

linn wove through the cars, the vibration of the st

up two lanes, moving at a steady, arrogant pace. The

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speak, how to breathe-flooded her mind. The arrogance of those

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s hand shot out the window. A single fin

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lights weave through traffic. "Let

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ight near the exit for the Brooklyn Bridge. T

anted to see who was driving.

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eyes. But he saw the jawline. The curve of the neck. Th

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. It triggered a sensory memory from the night be

d to freeze, sta

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ht there. Five feet away. If she took off the g

brim of her cap and pulled it do

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gas, peeling out with a screech of tires tha

asked. "Did y

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obnoxious best friend. The socialite who s

ered, disappointed.

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it stayed with him. It was bothering hi

e car and rested her forehead against th

cl

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