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Chapter 63

            I was so angry with myself; I was a fool who fall for his trap again. I know he manipulated me to accept this ride—a two-year-old could have seen through his tactics—I maintained my tight-lipped, frigged silence until Preston had negotiated the congested traffic around the airport.

            “I think you owe me an apology.”

            “You do? For what exactly?” he said, and it seems I got his interest.

            “You kissed me,” I said, annoyingly. I could not say it without blushing. I just hoped he was too busy avoiding some suicidal cyclists to notice.

            Preston arched an eyebrow and flashed a quick wolfish

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