Just what I needed, babysitting… My eyes swept the club and there you were. You looked like Ben, only a thousand times prettier. Long hair, delicate frame… damn, why am I thinking this when three guys won’t leave you alone? I stepped in. Get lost. I said, and they scattered. Then it was just you and me—tiny, fragile, and of course scared of me. You’re Ben’s sister?
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