How You Get 'Em
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It was a funeral for heaven's sake. The only body she should've been focused on was the one in the casket, which also happened to belong to her uncle. What a good man he was... so she'd been told. She barely knew the guy and only came back home to pay her respects.
But as the intense stare from across the church never left her face, she couldn't ignore the invisible pull between them. It would've been fine if he were any other guy, but there was just one teeny, tiny problem.
He was her cousin's fiance.
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