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“Which is interesting, since when you called to give me the news, you said that this thing with you and the billionaire was purely a matter of convenience.” “It was.” “What changed?” I flip on the lights, stash my handbag under the counter, and turn to her, sighing. “In a nutshell? The man is a sorcerer. He entranced me with his d**k. Now I know why it’s called a magic wand. But let’s never talk about it again. I’m pretending it didn’t happen.” “Deal.” She pauses. “Which means I’ll ask again in ten minutes.” “I know. In the meantime, let’s make a list of how we can spruce this place up.” Propping my hands on my hips, I gaze around the shop in dissatisfaction. “It’s starting to look like a feral cat shelter in here.” Sabine laughs. “Starting to?” “Oh, be quiet. I never claimed to be
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