Darynda Jones
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You either fainted or you wanted a much closer look at the cracks in the tile. Either way, you hit hard. Seriously? He nodded. Maybe you shouldn't have been trying to make out with him, he suggested. How did he know that? I was kissing him good-bye. He snorted and exchanged glances with the nurse. That's not what it looked like to me. Probably not. But what happened? Could Reyes Farrow take control over me even from a freaking coma? I was doomed. ✨ Darynda Jones (2015). The Charley Davidson Series, p.211, St. Martin's Press

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