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“Humph . Perhaps.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you, now?”
“Not necessarily. It depends on your type.”
She huffed in exasperation, falling back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.
She didn’t break eye contact, flicking a dinner. The silverware drawer opened at the same tome as the ice box. A spoon and a pitcher of cream flew...
“Let’s try it,” he decided. “It’s egg time.”
“Hi. What are you thinking?”
“People can be bad and bad asses.”
Addie fixed the strap on her shoulder somewhat nervously, her brows furrowed as she considered herself.
She pulled out the sugar, about a quarter full and turned it upside down, letting a stream pour into the coffee. She looked at Sam and didn’t...
“Are they fancy?”
He squinted before relenting, kissing her nose.
“Wow. He was kinda badass.”
(Yip!)
“I can do it myself,” she said, taking the mug from him gently.
He laughed, leaning over to kiss her head. “Eggs, maybe?”
He huffed, stretching out next to her.
“Why didn’t you just arrest him?”
