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Devious
Grayson POV I leaned back in the armchair, rifling blindly through the newspaper, my thoughts pertaining to Timothy and whether he would actually find out any valuable information about Miss Flair or if this was a waste of time. I frowned down at the newspaper, fighting the urge to slam it down on the coffee table, and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. Why was I feeling so impatient? This was not like me. Grayson Oakes did not chase women. Women chased me. But this girl was different. There was such a wholesomeness to her. Such an innocence to her. The sound of my door clicking open, had my eyes darting towards the front entryway as a large whoosh escaped my chest. Timothy was finally here. I shifted on my seat and placed the newspaper down. "It's about time," I said gruff
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