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Shifting Itinerary
Blanching, Caitlyn staggered backwards, crashing against the wall. Her heart spun inside her chest like a hummingbird’s wings and her breath came in frantic little pants.
There was only one way the blue-eyed stranger could know that she hadn’t looked at her phone since they’d arrived in Italy.
He had been trying to reach it.
Which meant that he knew who she was, even if she didn’t know him. For a long minute, she racked her brain, searching for any possible connection. Any possible way she might know him.
Aside from a striking similarity to Duke in both build and looks, and vaguely, the same sort of physical appeal, there was nothing. She had to get to her phone.
Dashing forward, she snatched the paper towel message off the sink, wadding it up and tossing it in the bin quickly. She glanced up at her reflection in the mirror and a faint groan of anxiety escaped her.
Her face was pale as a sheet. As attentive of a partner as Duke was, th
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