“Good morning.” His gaze roamed her face and body. Why yes, I do wake up this beautiful every morning. When you leave me at night, you should know this is what you’re missing. He scratched behind his ear like a flea-bitten dog and yawned loudly before reaching for his boot. “I’m dying for a piss.” Emma blew out her breath. Fine. Sleeping Beauty and her prince they were not. In that case, she would stop pretending. “That was the worst night imaginable.” He shoved one foot into its boot. “If that’s the worst you can imagine, your imagination is lacking.” “It’s hyperbole,” she said. “You know
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