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I ducked into the bathroom, did what I needed, and changed into an oversized T-shirt. When I came back out, the lights were off, and Duane was already in bed, waiting.

I slipped under the covers and didn’t even hesitate before scooting into his arms.

“I’m still mad,” I mumbled.

“Okay, babe,” he whispered, and pulled me in tighter.

“And I’ll still be mad in the morning.”

“Okay,” he repeated, amused.

I pressed a kiss to his chest, and my eyes drifted shut. “Goodnight.”

“Night, babe.”

Today had been chaos.

But it ended with Lottie safe.

And me in Duane’s arms.

That was crazy.

But I liked it.

Even if Iwasstill mad at him.

Chapter Twenty-One

Dice

“I need to check on Lottie.”

Lainey’s voice was muffled against my chest, and her breath warm as it skimmed my skin.

I pressed a kiss to her neck. “She’s probably not even awake yet.”

“It’s after nine, Duane,” she said as she glanced toward the bedside clock. “We need to get out of bed.”

“You got some plans I don’t know about?” I teased, trailing my fingers lazily down her arm.

She responded by pressing a kiss to my chest and then rolling away from me. Her warmth vanished under the sheets.

“I don’t want my daughter to find us in bed,” she said as she slid off the mattress. “Not twelve hours after finding out about you. I’m trying to avoid giving her childhood trauma.”

I smirked and propped myself up on an elbow as she disappeared into the bathroom.

When the door opened again, she stood there in the doorway in nothing but a T-shirt, hair a little messy, skin still kissed by sleep.

“Do you have plans for today?” she asked, her voice casual, but her eyes were anything but.

I shook my head and took her in like I hadn’t spent the whole night holding her. “Just being with you is good with me.”

“We’re doing this.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Well, yeah.”

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