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Fourteen: Deacon Foy
Fourteen Deacon Foy It had been several hours, and his phone hadn’t rung. He figured that Ellery would spend an hour dealing with Landry Thayer and be annoyed off by his pretentiousness. But that hadn’t happened. “Damn it,” he muttered, taking a sip of the fifth coffee that he’d had while waiting for her, “she’s not going to call.” Selene, who was cleaning down the bar, looked up at him. “She didn’t call?” Deacon nodded. “That means she’s spent this whole time being wined and dined by Landry Thayer. They’ve probably had s*x. He’ll get her pregnant, and I will never be able to have a chance with her.” Selene chuckled. “You’re exaggerating.” “Have you ever been to Crescent Manor?” Deacon said. “It’s the Montana equivalent of Pemberley. There’s no way that she won’t fall in love w
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