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Vincenzo's POV
Slices of every imaginable cake combination were laid out on the glass counter in front of us, but Raella hadn’t touched a single one.
I leaned in close, voice low and tight. “You basically made love to a lemon curd cheesecake two nights ago. Maybe drum up a fraction of that energy ...
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