Page 190 of The Bet
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“What about food? Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.
“Food after the hot tub.”
He would have her bent over the countertop or lying flat over the kitchen table.
“And then a swim.”
A midnight swim. He knew how that would end.
One woman, for life. He was young, but nobody else had ever made him feel things in his heart as deeply as this woman had. And maybe nobody else ever would.
He squeezed her hand gently.
What the hell had happened to Xavier-The-Stud-Stone?
Izzy Laronde. That’s what.
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