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She said it all with a sweet little smirk. Weston shot Lyra a look–soft, adoring. He’d never seen her like this before. Feisty. Cute. Kinda dangerous. Across the glass, Renee’s eyes burned. In her head, Lyra was still the girl who got lucky. She’d only ditched Joel for a minute. Lyra had swooped in. But … Read more