He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

the table, the stranger cleared his throat, looking distinctly uncomfortable in a way that suggested he was a man unaccustomed to sitting idle.

“I’m Declan, by the way. Declan Ryder.”

“Sloan.” She paused. Decades of fiercely guarded privacy went to war with a sudden, inexplicable urge to be entirely honest with this man. “Sloan Hart.”

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