She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

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“This has clearly become more complicated than either of us anticipated, and I think we should step into a private room before something gets said in public that cannot be unsaid.”

Mara closed one hand over the leather folder.

“Mr. Alder, any private conversation with Mrs. Pierce will include counsel.”

Graham blinked.

He had always hated continue reading …