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... know her name?
Her fingers tightened around the edges of the counter, a subconscious act of self-preservation. She had spent the last few years trying to be invisible, to blend into the background, to avoid drawing attention to herself—because attention usually meant trouble.
And yet, here he was.
Tall, refined, and dangerously composed. A man who didn’t belong in this café, not among the scent of burnt coffee and the hum of an old espresso machine. He looked like he bel ...
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