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Shae was absent this time around, but the best man at our wedding was www.ajpdf.com lounging on Conner’s sofa when we reached his office. “If you’re that tired, man, just go home,” Conner grumbled, alerting the man to our presence. I’d met him briefly before, but we hadn’t had a chance to talk. “Oh s**t. Sorry. Late night.” The attractive guy sat up, a sheepish smile showing off deep dimples on both cheeks. He looked right about Conner’s age with warm brown eyes that reminded me of a golden retriever and curly dark hair he kept long and unruly on top. He was strong—thick cords of lean muscle layered on one another so that his traps made his shoulders slope, and the sleeves of his T-shirt strained over his curving biceps. With the boyish nature of his charm, he was even cuter in casual clot
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