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Nathaniel Dorian looked nothing like the men who usually addressed employees inside Meridian Tower. There was no annoyance in his eyes. No arrogance. No impatient glance toward his watch.
Only focus.
“I should head upstairs,” she murmured.
His gaze shifted to the nursing textbook sticking out from her backpack.
Sierra paused.
“There’s that word again.”
“Sir?”
Nathaniel almost smiled.
For one shocked second, Sierra nearly laughed.
Nearly.
Everyone in Atlanta knew Nathaniel Dorian.continue reading …
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