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“If you have any sense at all, you’ll steer clear of Zack Brooks,” Creed drawls, his words effortlessly flowing past those perfect lips of his. He opens the fridge and bends low, his long form folding in half, muscles in his upper back and shoulders tensing as he rummages around for something to dri...

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