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34: Who’s Wendy Osborne?

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RHEA

“Turn around, Dot.”

I don’t want to look.

I really don’t.

But my feet slow anyway, traitors to my good sense.

He’s across the street, leaning against his motorcycle with the kind of lazy confidence that should be illegal. One boot hooked on the curb, black tee stretched tight over muscle, every line of his body on shameless display. The tattoos on his arms peek out like they know exactly what they’re doing.

His long hair is loose, dark and wild around his shoulders.

No rings this time.

Jus
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