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closer. He smelled like bourbon and expensive soap.

“You’re a retired widow living on a teacher’s pension. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

I looked at him. Really looked.

The silk robe. The Cartier watch. The absolute certainty that no one would ever challenge a Voss.

For years I had let people like him underestimate me. Quiet women learn the continue reading …