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The sound of Damien's front door clicking shut behind her echoed in Liana's mind like a warning bell. But her thoughts weren't focused on the elegance of the penthouse or the scent of cedar and expensive leather lingering in the air. They were stuck on one thing:
Ryan.
She hadn't imagined it. He'd stepped off the elevator on Damien Wolfe's private