“Don’t get sentimental on me, Julia.” But then she took Jules’s hand. Her thumb rubbed over the knuckles. The morning light softened her eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Jules whispered. The sudden warmth in her chest was enough to banish the cold, no matter what she wore. Together, their hands came to rest against the curve of Vivian’s belly. “Good.” Vivian squeezed Jules’s hand. “That’s the last thing I need.” “I think we’ve already got what we need.” “Do we? This isn’t going to be easy.” Vivian’s tone left no room for argument. “This is going to be the furthest thing from easy.” “I know,”
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