“Kendric,” she complained softly. “You need to stop being so nice.” “Why?” he asked, genuinely wanting to know. He stopped stirring the meat and turned to look at her. “Because.” “That’s not an answer,” he chided gently. “And I’m never not going to be nice to you. I want to spoil you. Look after you. Make your life as easy as I can make it.” “Can I do the same for you?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “Don’t you know? You already are. I’ve been a bachelor a long time. Done my own cooking and cleaning. Washed my own clothes. Mopped my own floors. Woke up alone, went to bed alone. Having you
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