Cherries and Cigarettes; never forget

Cherries and Cigarettes; never forget

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Isa has always lived a small, soft life. Books over people. Rain over noise. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't take up space. And the darkest thing she's ever done... was lie about finishing her tea. But then there's Knox. A man who walks like he owns every shadow. Whispers like bullets. Eyes too sharp for someone like her. She only bumped into him once. Spilled her coffee. Apologized five times. Didn't know that one moment would change everything. Now he's everywhere. The quiet corner of her bookstore. The reflection in glass behind her. He doesn't smile. He stares. And when he finally speaks, it's not kindness she hears. It's claiming.
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