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It Would Take A Village

作者: Jubilee Moores
last update 公開日: 2026-07-29 18:13:28

POV: Gunner

Aside from licking their wounds and dwelling on them, there were enough things going on in the busy bar to occupy that time.

Like the fact that in that same ten minutes, Shane was still going hard at it, paying no attention to Jordan's bored yet polite expression.

Gunner had to hand it to her. Even though she was a predatory little princess, with more attitude at times than most folks could afford, she could be really good with people when she wanted to be. She knew how to treat the
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