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“When I met you, you watched every door.”
“I still watch doors.”
“You watch the crib more.”
Grant considered that. “It’s louder.”
“The crib?”
“My life.”
Mara smiled. “You say that like it’s a complaint.”
“It isn’t.”
He did not tell her that he had begun recognizing the sound of her vehicle before it reached the clearing, or that the cabin felt incomplete continue reading …
