The Mafia's Substitute Bride
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"Let’s get you warm," he said as his fingers threaded gently through my hair, trying to untangle the mess the rain and his drying had left behind.
I didn’t expect it—the simple gesture, his touch—it caught me off guard, making my chest tighten in ways I didn’t want to think too much about. My body, traitorous as always, leaned into the motion.
And then, without warning, I sneezed.
It was loud and unladylike, and I immediately clapped both hands over my nose and mouth, mortified. My eyes widened as I tried to suppress another sneeze building in my throat, but Lucas’s startled expression completely derailed me.
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