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Daughter in HeatHe knew why she was sweating. She had good reason to sweat. She needed to sweat, so he looked out the window and gave her more of what she needed. "I suppose I could cut back on my bad habits. Would you up my allowance if I dropped down to a pack a day-dogs not cigarettes?" Jack fought a smile, hell, he fought back a belly laugh. God, was she nervous. "All right, I'll drop cigarettes, too. I'd drop to one pack cold turkey-the butts, not the mutts. I'd have to taper off of the extra pack of mutts, maybe drop one mutt a week. I could give up poodles altogether-the little ones, not the big ones." Damn, was she nervous. Jack was dying and had to figure the square root of three in a hurry. After a few tense minutes to regain composure, he walked back to his desk and took his seat. He leaned back in his leather chair, studied his nervous slut, then said, "I'd like a little honesty in our relationship. Sit like a slut and then we'll discuss Heather." Sue eyed him critically, relieved that divorce wasn't mentioned. The marriage didn't seem in jeopardy ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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