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CHAPTER 19

          Lying on her stomach, Phoebe watched Lorenzo recline back against the padded headboard. His brilliant blue eyes were looking around the room. She could feel his sudden distance like a cold chill in the air. He was talking in Italian, his darkly handsome features grave and taut.

          Phoebe frowned, anxiously wondering what the call was about. A couple of minutes later, Lorenzo cast the phone aside.

“I need to take a shower, and then I have to work for a while,” he announced, his stunning eyes veiled, his jawline clenched. “Try to get some sleep, piccola.”

          When he got off the bed without another word, Phoebe felt like dying. Reality hit her again… Lorenzo remained still and watched her features.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing that

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Traci Williams
Poor Phoebe, where’s her resolve? Where’s her spine!?!?
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