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GABRIELLA
THE NEXT MORNING, I awoke in Paxton’s arms. I didn’t want to move for fear of waking him up, but his phone did it for me.
“What the f**k?” he muttered, his voice gruff from sleep. “Who the hell is calling so early?”
I looked over at the clock and laughed. It wasn’t early . . . it was ten in the morning. When he looked at the phone, his voice softened. “Aunt Jackie?” he answered. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but it sounded like something was wrong. “All right, I’ll be there in a little bit. Just let me get up and moving.” He stretched and got out of bed. “No, it’s no problem at all.”
“Everything okay?” I asked when he hung up.
Paxton chuckled and laid back down beside me, his grin wide. “Oh yeah, it’s nothing serious. My uncle’s truck broke down, and apparently, he’s
