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“This isn’t a pizza delivery, Miranda.”
“I just don’t want cops traipsing through here.”
“They’re not going to bust down the door. If this guy is working the area, we’ll need to warn your neighbors anyway. Before the detectives get here, let’s see what’s missing. Hold on to your ice pack.”
She barely had time to grab the baggie before Nick lifted her into his arms, and she found herself staring into his eyes, being carried off like a bride swept to bed by her groom.
“I c-can walk,” she said, vividly aware of how each of Nick’s fingers pressed into the flesh of her thighs.
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