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Chapter 21
Chapter 21 Angelo risked the front hall light to help him navigate inside the unfamiliar apartment. Bike, helmet, and shoes he left against the wall and crept through the entryway. The kitchen was immaculate, so immaculate that he wondered if she used it much. A quick peek in the refrigerator revealed the answer of, “not much.” Leftover containers roughly equaled number of food products. The combined dining and living room was almost Spartan except for one wall which was a solid, tight-packed bookshelf. Half law books and half thrillers. He looked closer, most of them legal thrillers. Clearly she was interested in nothing other than law. So what the hell was she doing with him? A woman like her should be with— Angelo cut himself off. Don’t go there. She should be with him, that’s who.
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