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... en arrived.
All she did was step into her bedroom to take a quick phone call. When she returned—there he was. Out cold on her couch, limbs sprawled out like he owned the place.
He hadn’t even made it to the second throw pillow.
One look at him, and she could tell just how bone-deep his exhaustion ran. His brows were still faintly furrowed, like even in sleep, he hadn’t managed to let go of whatever was chasing him. She’d seen this kind of crash before—her brother Dave use ...
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