Kristi Cook

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I let the curtains fall back against the glass, effectively blocking the view of my nemesis standing there beneath the twinkle lights, looking way too hot in his charcoal-colored suit.It would be so much easier to hate him if he didn't look so good. And I want to hate him; I really do.