Chapter 52

  Wyatt

  My phone buzzed at seven twenty-nine, and I snagged it off my kitchen island as I zipped up a boot.

  Sundance: Downstairs. Your doorman won't let me up. I like him.

  Me: Be right down.

  I smiled, my heart fluttering with excitement, grabbed my purse, and with one quick look in the mirro...

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