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When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don’t look at him, she told herself. Don’t look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.

Jill Shalvis

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Jill Shalvis
Age: 54
Author
Novelist
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the United States of America
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