A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. ’ Hilary’s gaze was raking the room. “My dad is into this stuff. A very familiar face emerged from a crowd at the impromptu bar on the kitchen island. " Mrs. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest.
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