“Are you okay? I’m so sorry about Harlow. We’ve spent centuries trying to train him, but nothing seems to stick.” “I heard that.” Harlow’s indignant voice came from over my shoulder, but we both ignored him. “I’m okay,” I said. “For future reference, though, I prefer to be woken with tea rather than strange men breathing on my face.” Cal’s face darkened as his eyes shot over my shoulder. “You dared go near…” “Truce,” Harlow squeaked. “You wouldn’t hurt Oscar’s best friend, now would you?” Cal cocked an eyebrow. “Best friend, huh? And I thought I moved fast.” “You can’t fight fate, Cal.” Harlow
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