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DAPHNE
My heart stopped when I heard my favorite sound.
Holy crap.
I'd never forget the voice of my hero.
Especially when said noise zinged a direct hit to the spot between my legs.
What the hell was he doing in Chapman’s Bookery?
Antonio Drago was never a bookworm.
Far from it.
He was the object of my fantasies from sophomore to senior year of high school. I had no business thinking dirty thoughts about a guy ten years older than me, but try to tell that to my female, adolescent brain.
As if he’d have given me a second thought, anyway.
He was just being nice.
Since the day he drove by and saw Clint Whitehead spitting at me from the seat of his motocross bike, he insisted on accompanying me to and from St. Agnes Prep.
Clint was as appealing as his last name, and Tony put a s
