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him into the kitchen when Marcus was zipping his duffel.
“He’s hotter,” I said. “Please don’t go.”
Marcus looked at Liam, then at me.
He came over and pressed the back of his fingers to Liam’s forehead like a man testing bathwater.
“He’s warm,” he said.
“Yes.”
“If it gets worse, take him in.”
“If it gets worse, I shouldn’t be doing that alone.”
He straightened,continue reading …
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