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your communications department. I can survive branding.”
Rafael laughed harder than any of them expected.
Then Marisol stepped onto the porch with a tray of coffee cups.
She paused, as if still asking permission without words.
Elena moved first, taking one cup from the tray.
“Thank you,” she said.
It was simple. Almost ordinary.
But Marisol’s face softened continue reading …
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