Between the championship game and everything else…he must have been exhausted. As if feeling my stare, he opens his eyes. “Morning.” I snuggle against his chest. “Morning.” “Morning,” a voice that sounds like my dad’s drawls. We both jolt up in bed. “Daddy, what—” “Don’t you daddy what me, young lady.” His angry eyes fix on Cole. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my daughter’s bed?” “Sleeping,” Cole answers matter-of-factly. Daddy isn’t amused. “Jolene,” he yells. “Get my gun.”
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