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... way in his head.
First stop: the butcher—for ribs. He’d picked ribs on purpose. Slow-cooking meant more time on the stovetop, which meant more time to toy with Freya during their rematch.
The thought curled a sly grin onto his face. His hazel eyes glinted as he pictured her in that white lace lingerie—pride battling vulnerability in every breath she took.
The market street bustled with midday energy.
Vendors hawked fresh produce, grilled skewers, and sugary pastri ...
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