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Chapter 10

Arturo

Watching Isabella on a treadmill was like watching a movie in slow motion. Her ponytail swished down her back with each graceful stride. I hadn’t been able to tear my gaze away from her from the moment I saw her sleeping peacefully in her bed. The image was now burned into my retinas. Smooth skin, a pert little nose, and pouty full lips. The tank top and tiny shorts she’d had on had left little to the imagination. Cursing, I cracked my neck and tried to refocus.

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