Love From Hell
“Just an old friend calling.”
Dean sat down across from her, his easy smile returning. He was tall and lean, with warm brown eyes and a laugh that had a way of making Leah feel at ease. Tonight, he was dressed in a simple button-down and dark jeans, casual yet effortlessly handsome.
“I’m glad you made it,” Leah said, her smile becoming more genuine as her gaze softened on him.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Dean replied, leaning back in his chair. After a brief pause, he looked at her intently, his expression shifting to something more serious. “Leah, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”
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