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“What the hell are you doing in my house?”
Diane looked around slowly.
“This is not a house, Caspian. It’s a temporary arrangement with plumbing issues.”
Grant snorted.
I could smell his cologne from across the room.
Expensive.
Sharp.
Loud in the way insecure men always are.
“How did you get in?” I asked.
Diane lifted one eyebrow.
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