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someone had a head start

Penulis: Krystal Bahmz
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-12 16:08:17

I had just opened my mouth to ask Rowan if he'd ever heard of an investigation firm that worked for the Moretti family when my phone buzzed on the kitchen island.

Nina.

I glanced at the time. A little after nine. Nina didn't usually call this early unless something needed my approval or someone at the office had decided that the word urgent was an acceptable substitute for a personality.

“Excuse me,” I said to Rowan and Papá before answering. “Please tell me nobody approved the Brentwood pantry
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