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her little nose matched Rowan’s perfectly. “I was a jerk,” he said finally. “I should’ve trusted you. I have no excuse. I’d built up this idea in my head that we both had brown hair and brown eyes, so it was impossible for our child to be so different.” He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and gazed at me. “You and Isla deserved so much continue reading …
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