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CHAPTER 17

          When Phoebe began to recover consciousness, she felt nauseous and dazed. Her lashes lifted slowly. Lorenzo was so close she could see little golden flecks in his eyes. They were in an elevator and he was carrying her. What was going on?

“Lorenzo…”

“What?” he demanded with unconcealed aggression, powerful arms tightening around her to keep her firmly wedged against his hard, muscular chest.

“What… Why are you carrying me?” she mumbled heavily.

“You fainted.”

          A frown indented her damp brow as she fought to regain her wits.

“Don’t be silly… I don't faint! Let me down now!”

“I've had it with this cleaning nonsense!” Lorenzo ground out, his jawline squaring. “These two jobs are too much for you!”

“De Angelis..

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