Caroline Thompson stared at her phone, her finger hovering over the send button. The text message she’d composed to Dawson Rhinehart definitely carried more flirtatious vibes than professionalism, and she wasn’t sure if she should actually send it.
“Just hit send already,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head at her own indecision. It had been weeks…
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