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That’ll be ten dollars.” His eyebrows went up. “That’s a lot of money for one piece of chocolate.” “It’s premium quality. Made from scratch in-house. I buy the beans myself, directly from Venezuela. But if you want to put it back, go right ahead.” “No, no, I’ll take it.” He pulled out his wallet and counted out a five and some ones. “For someone special?” she couldn’t resist asking, after placing the confection in a cute paper bag and tying the handles with some copper ribbon. “Susan, maybe? Sandra? Sonya?” “Savannah, actually.” She was such a fool for thinking, for even a second, that he’d selected it for her. “Here you go.” As she handed him the bag, she noticed him
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C.J. Carmichael (A Cowgirl's Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C, #5))