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He looks down at me, puzzled. His
hands brushing my bangs off my face.
"You texted me. Said you were
under the weather and needed me to sort
dinner and the kids." His hands running
over my hair, and the combination of the
alcohol has me yawning.
“I said that?” I squeeze my eyes
shut. I need to get a grip.
"We'll have dinner and have an early
night. We'll see how you feel in the
