Private Lies

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Wendy Etherington. Private Lies

“He’s not here.”

MILLS & BOON

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MILLS & BOON

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Roxanne studied each customer in turn. Though the bar boasted several dark-haired men in conservative suits, none of them was Gage. None had his stark masculinity, his sexy—Whoa. What’s this? She focused on two men at one end of the bar.

“He’s there,” Roxanne whispered. Her body grew numb and her heart sank as her gaze locked on the familiar sculpted cheekbones and jaw.

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“Fine. We’ll share.” He dropped the napkin on his lap then forked up a bite of crab, holding it in front of her lips.

Knowing it never did any good to argue with Gage, Roxanne took the bite. His thigh brushed hers, and their intimate position reminded her of other nudges and sighs, erotic moments, familiar touches. She swallowed crab she didn’t taste, forcing it down with the tears clogging her chest.

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