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“He smiled at her as Julia threw a snowball at Calla that missed her by a mile. Grinning, Calla quickly armed herself and threw one at Julia; only it missed her too and hit Guthrie in the crotch. Good thing it was soft snow. He grinned and wiped off the snow, slowly, deliberately, wolfishly. Calla looked like she could burst into flames, she was so red faced. He started laughing.”

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Book:A Highland Wolf Christmas
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