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She handed the keys to the pup and motioned to the blue Sedan. Tiana took the keys from her with a polite smile and entered the car, she opened the passenger’s door to let Tara in and buckled up. “Can you drive?” Tara asked calmly, with the air of a mother. “Yes ma’am.” She replied. She’d taken a-year long course on driving when she turned nineteen and had her license everywhere she went. “The name is Tara, please.” “Okay…Tara.” She grinned, revving the engine and drove out of the HQ.

'Tara says, “Just give me two hours, I will be back,” Zack says, and he steps out of the house with his jeep keys and drove to a beauty salon where he plaits his hair and trim his beard, and came home with his long plait hair well arranged and packed, and he asked, “babe, how do I look like?“ Zack asked, “I can't describe oh, please let me be” 'Tara retorted, and he made a gesture of him and laughed,

They approached the end of the short hallway and Tara couldn't help but laugh as she saw her artwork on Brian's office door. She had stayed after work one day last week to decorate his door with Santa Claus with a very unflattering, but still adorable, picture of Brian's face that made it look like he was saying "Ho, ho, ho!". She had even created three little elves with goofy pictures of Tara and Brian's two medical assistants, Sarah and Kay. It was hilarious and, of course, he loved it. Brian looked back at her and smiled as he realized what she was laughing at. Once they entered his office, the lights went off, but what was left of the daylight shined through the closed blinds. Brian was

Does she see me as a threat? Mmm.. I nodded slowly, taking in her words. So that was it—jealousy. It made sense now. “But, don't worry,” She said with a wink. “She only barks but can't bite.” "Uhm... By the way, My name is Tara," She smiled, stretching out her hand for a handshake. "It's nice to meet you Tara and thank you for letting me know about uhm...Clair." I said, taking her hand.

she moaned, pushing back against him despite the guilt burning in her chest. Thirty minutes earlier, Tara had walked through the front door after months away, her body still buzzing from the long drive. She found Zane mid-workout, shirtless and glistening with sweat, his muscular chest and abs flexing as he lifted weights. At twenty-six, the ex-military personal trainer looked even more commanding than she remembered. Their eyes locked and the air instantly thickened with unspoken hunger.