Slipping into my comfiest sleep shorts and soft cotton cami, I toss the covers back and go to climb into bed, realizing with a groan as my ass hits the mattress that my Kindle isn’t on the bedside table. After a quick scan around the room, it hits me. I remember leaving it down in the lounge this morning. Fuck’s sake. Tilting my chin to the ceiling, a gurgled noise of frustration comes out. I’m so tired, and cannot be bothered having to get redressed just to go a few feet down the hall to the lounge. I creep over to my door and open it a crack, listening for where Colt is in the house. But
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