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Still, leaving wasn’t an option, either.
“Hey, beautiful,” the other man said now that she was out of his arms. “Let me take a look at you.
Wow,” he said, giving an appreciative whistle. “You’re even more gorgeous in person.”
Justin’s hands tingle, and he fights the urge to stand in front of her like a jealous fool.
“Ah, Byobby,” he heard her say. “This is my former boss, Justin De Nero. Justin.” She said his name quietly, like she was wishing him to be somewhere else. “This is Bobby Ernest, my…”
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