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“Then, why aren’t you in bed with him right now? Doing it all over again? Getting laid for the both of us? Girl, things are dry as a well over here. I need to live vicariously through you.” My legs dropped onto the lounge chair, and I crossed my feet at the bottom, the light from the sun just starting to spread across my face. “I can’t sleep, so I figured I’d call you and then make us some breakfast. Eve is at her grandparents’ house. I assume she’ll be back late this morning. That gives us time to talk.” “You mean, plan how many children the two of you are going to have.” I laughed so hard that a boob almost popped out of the top of Ford’s button-down. I adjusted the shirt and replied, “Calm down, Gabs. There won’t be any babies for a long time. We’re at the kissing stage, not the kid
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