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“The bedroom?” he asked.
“To what?”
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“You hold your whole brand in your neck,” he observed. “Your phone camera. Your smile. Your ‘thanks for the tip, honey.’ It’s all right here.” He pressed a spot that made her see stars. “When did you last take a day off?”