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Ilya hadn’t realized how much fun it would be to confuse Hayden with compliments. He would have to do it more often.
“You were smoking,” he complained sleepily. “No.” “I can smell it.” Ilya kissed his shoulder. “Maybe your house is on fire.”
Ottawa’s home openers were more like a pre-emptive apology.
Wyatt furrowed his brow at them. “You know, you two don’t have to sit together.”

