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Chapter 7
Chapter 7Monday Morning, First Week in May Monday morning Rémy knocked on the door at six. Ian was ready. He opened the door and Rémy saw he carried his laundry basket. “Where do I put the wash?” “Put it down the laundry chute over here by the elevator.” Rémy pointed and opened the door so that Ian could dump the laundry basket. “Some of these clothes are work clothes and shouldn’t be washed with anything else. Maybe I should do those myself.” Ian put the basket down on the floor and began to sort. Rémy bent down, picked up all of the clothes, and dumped them down the chute going all Alpha on Ian. “Marie Claire does the laundry. She wouldn’t take too kindly to you messing up her laundry system. Let it go. You don’t get to win this bout.” Ian’s lower lip went out in what surely was a p
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