Kayla Cavanagh

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“You slept,” is his reply as I slip into the truck, inhaling his heavenly sage and woods scent. “Like a rock, finally, and I feel amazing,” I glance over at him as I settle in. “It shows,” he replies low, closing me into the cab.
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