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Denver settled a naked Blair in his bed and brushed the hair back from her face. She was exhausted, and he knew she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, not after the adrenaline surge and crash combined with the unplanned wild s*x romp. He started to smile, but it withered as he came face-to-face with the reminder of who she was.
Paul Ashworth’s daughter.
She was a woman who’d been raised and loved by the man who’d stolen Denver’s father from him. The old anger of the past fifteen years resurfaced, just as raw and agonizing as it had been the day he’d come home from high school to find an ambulance at his house. When the EMTs had hauled his father away on a stretcher, he’d been barely alive. By the time they’d gotten to the ER, his father had already passed away. Denver hadn’t even had a ch
