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“Or,” Max said in a low, sexy voice, “you can come home with me. I’d be happy to have you.”
My brain went skydiving straight off the cliffs of insanity into the possibility of Max Kang having any part of me. Max. MAX, I reminded myself. Sexy people are not named Max.

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