“I’m Nicollina,” she answered, unfurling her legs and scooting up a bit, eyeing the ham Allen still worked at while she took one of the glasses and sipped its contents. She cleared her throat, chewed her upper lip, and looked everywhere but at him. “Nicollina Cartwright.”Stopping mid-cut, Allen cringed inwardly at his oversight in putting two and two together sooner. He looked up to find a blush as rosy as the one on her ass had settled across her cheeks. “As in Senator James Cartwright?”
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