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15. A secret admirer
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2026-11-10 12:00:10Sara's POV
I had been going over the contract repeatedly while waiting for Fiona to return from her meeting. And with each passing minute, I felt increasingly foolish for ever believing that Dave had truly loved me.My grip tightened around the document as I reread the clause that had turned my entire life upside down. The words hadn't changed, no matter how many times I read them, and yet some part of me kept hoping I had misunderstood.I felt sick to my stomach.<
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Horace's POV I knew I shouldn't be thinking about her, but I hadn't been able to get Sara out of my head since the night in Indiana. Even as the meeting dragged on, my mind kept wandering back to that moment when she had slipped out of her robe. I wanted to see her naked again. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair, pull her closer, and satisfy the restless desire that had been tormenting me since I left Indiana. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, my thoughts kept returning to her, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend that what had happened between us meant nothing. “Let's call it a day,” I announced, interrupting the discussion. The men on the other side of the screen nodded in agreement, and I ended the meeting. As soon as their faces disappeared from my laptop, I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand over my face. I knew Sara was home al
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