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bikini top was on Marissa’s patio chair.
His linen pants were beside it, folded in a way that suggested nobody had been in a hurry until the door opened.
Caleb saw her first.
His hands left Vanessa’s waist so fast that the water jumped around them.
He said her name like a problem.
Vanessa sank lower until only her shoulders and mouth continue reading …
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