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" The sight of this half naked man in Susan’s apartment calling Aiden’s woman Suzy, infuriated him even further. He pushed past him. “I have to speak to her right now,” he said.
A petite blonde sauntered out of the bedroom wearing a man’s shirt. But before he could open his mouth, the bruiser grabbed him, hauled him out into the hall, pulled back, and wound up. The force of the blow sent Aiden careening into the opposite wall.
“Wrong Susan,” Aiden said, sliding to the floor. "
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn , Double Cross (Cross Your Heart and Die, #2)