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“I know you’re a player—different woman every night kind of guy—”
“No offense,” she said quickly. “In this case, your inability to commit is a plus.”
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She’d begun to believe she’d morphed into some kind of sexless, uninteresting blob. Not that she was looking for a man. Not a permanent one, at any rate. She’d already tried that and had found her ex-husband had the shelf life of an overripe tomato. No, she didn’t want a man, but she didn’t mind being flirted with occasionally, and the lack of interest from the King men had baffled her.
Now at least she knew what had been going on.
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