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during a charity auction, admired a watercolor of an old farmhouse, and told her she saw beauty where other people saw decay.
“I like that about you,” he said. “You don’t pretend.”
Jasmine had blushed like a schoolgirl.
He was handsome, ambitious, and charming in the way certain men are charming before you learn charm can be a weapon. He took her to restaurants continue reading …
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