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Oh, and there’s this record store downtown that has—” “Record store?” Greg’s eyebrows scrunch together like two caterpillars trying to mate. “Albums? With his imposing physique, unreadable stare, and bad-boy energy, Kolya could’ve stepped straight out of those pages. His ragged breathing is the only evidence of his struggle to maintain control. Once they’re returned to Roman, maybe she’ll finally be safe.