“
don’t have any swimwear,” she all but whispers. My heart hammers in my chest, so I place a hand over it to stop it from freefalling to the ground. She doesn’t own a fucking swimsuit. Jesus. I exhale, then drag a hand over my hair. I want to give her every-fucking-thing she doesn’t have. And so much more.
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B.J. Alpha (Tate (Storm Enterprises #2))