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Chapter Twelve-1
CHAPTER TWELVE Lily stumbled from bed, and practically fell over a leather belt that was lying on the floor. It caused her legs to buckle underneath her and she sat with a thud on the hardwood floor, staring at the thing. It wasn’t until that moment that she recalled the incident in the middle of the night. How Patrick had entered the room – it must have been well after midnight – and they’d had s*x. She involuntarily grabbed for her damp p***y as the memory returned. This was Patrick’s belt, it had to be, and he left it on the floor. But why? The belt was not like any of those she’d seen him wear. Maybe if he’d worn jeans, the thick, rugged length of leather would have made sense. But it had been years since she’d seen him in a pair of jeans that would fit the character of this partic
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