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r monitor. "Your account is sixty-eight thousand in arrears. Dr. Evans has already signed the discharge order

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yes blazing with fierce, desperate pride

ersonal space until the scent of his cedarwood cologne

ping around her wrist, peeling her fingers

onsultation room across the hall, kic

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and Protecti

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whispered, the words tasti

against her shoulder blades. His breath warmed the sensitive skin behind her ear. "Sign the paper. Anwar and his mot

cle of his arms, looking directl

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contract, then down

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ntract down the center, tearing the thick parchment in

on my own terms than sell my soul to another m

the door, and marched out into the h

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mark on his lip. "Let her run. When she realizes how

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finger as half a dozen paparazzi, who had been trailing the wed

face flushed with rage,

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