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“Just sleep, Duckling,” he murmured in that low, comforting voice. “I’ve got you.”
Poor baby. Tortured was such a good look on him.
“Guys, get in here!” Royce barked, leaning out of the apartment door to beckon us. “I have a great idea, and Carter is talking about hiring a hitman. We need a vote. Come on!”
He was handsome at the best of times, but when he was genuinely happy, he took my breath away.
