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I stare in disbelief at the ceiling. This can’t really be happening. This can’t be my life. “You can holler at me some more in the morning,” he says, sounding relaxed. “For now, just go to sleep.” “It’s not like I have a choice.” A tinge of warmth sneaks into his voice. “You might discover you enjoy having all your decisions made for you.” “Sorry, but this isn’t the middle ages. Women have the right to vote now, did you hear?” “I did. Terrible development, if you ask me. Everything has gone straight downhill since.” He’s teasing me again. Who is this jolly new Liam, this smiling, joking version of my glowering, smoldering wolf? He can’t really be that happy that he kidnapped me and we’re going to be spending the next month together full-time…can he? And if he is, how awful was his l
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