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“That,” she said slowly, “is exactly what I need.”

Izzy whooped softly. “Knew it.”

“I’m in the mood for something strong,” Olivia admitted. “Very strong. Possibly with a lime. Or three.”

“Say less. Tequila it is.”

“Oh God,” Olivia groaned, though the heaviness in her chest had lightened by a fra...

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