by Rosalie Lewis
He drew his trench coat around his lean frame and lowered his hat as he stepped out of the shadowy portico and braced against the frigid rain. Deep down, he knew this dame was bad news, but something about her shapely countenance and coy desperation kept pulling him deeper into the sordid underworld she inhabited. He should have known how all of this would end...
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