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”
His voice roughened.
“Then you walked into my life carrying flowers and arguing with me about coffee.”
I smiled tiredly.
“You were rude about my coffee order.”
“Your coffee order was terrible.”
I laughed again while our son stirred sleepily between us.
Damen’s expression softened instantly as he looked down.
Protective already.
Completely gone for this child.continue reading …
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