She heard the rustle of curtain, a man’s breathing and…oh God.
That was Zach’s cologne.
The distinctive blend of exotic
spices and understated class had distracted her mid-task more than once at
work.
Coincidence, she told herself as
she clasped her hand across her throat.
Lots of men wore the same cologne.
He couldn’t possibly be here.
Afton Locke
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2 comments:
Sounds like an interesting read.
Thanks, Samantha!
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