You had a package. It was torn, so I looked in.โ She lifted one of a stack of firefighter calendars, with his own mug and half-naked body on the cover. โNice,โ she said, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. โMr. 2008.โ He bit back a sigh. โItโs for charity.โ โAnd you definitely contributed.
Jill ShalvisWhy do we always fight?โ she whispered. โYou know why.โ Yeah, she did. โItโs science.โ โCombustible chemistry,โ he agreed. โDangerous.
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