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a new voice spoke up and I turned back to the door, where Georgia was propped against the frame, hands in the pocket of her sweatpants.
Yep, he was wearing sweatpants too. Instead of a tank though, he was wearing a V-neck tee. It was weird to see him so dressed down, but he definitely could work it. He looked sexy.
More attainable.
"She didn't make that, by that way," she added, lessening the charm.
I rolled my eyes.
Solene clapped her on the shoulder, shaking her head. "Gia, let's give them some privacy."
"I brought some more brochures for you two," Georgia said, coming over to my bed and handing me a couple of colorful pamphlets. "I suggest a trip to the Mandara Spa or maybe learning to do
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