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Paul was buying a bottle of Jack Daniels when Bella walked into the liquor store. One eyebrow arched up when she picked out a bottle of champagne and headed for the checkout. He waited while she paid and then caught up with her.
"Since when are you legal?"
She looked at her watch. "Since...about two hours ago."
"Happy birthday, then," he told her as he climbed into his car.
"Don't you want to help me celebrate?"
His hand stilled on the ignition. "What did you have in mind?"
She slid into the passenger seat, placing her hand on his thigh. "Maybe we can unwrap each other."
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