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close and kissed him. Not the polite gesture she gave Blake in public. Something real. Years together. Shared history. A family.
The little girl tugged at the man’s shirt. “Can we have pancakes?”
“Sure, baby.” His voice broke. “Go inside. I’ll be right there.”
The child skipped away. Natasha slipped back through the side door. Thirty seconds later, the continue reading …
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