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I awoke quite happy and content. Until I realized I was alone. The warm, sleeping body was gone, and I felt the loss immediately.
A rustling downstairs caught my attention. Flipping the covers back, I crawled out of bed and headed toward the noise. Evan was standing at the kitchen table, digging through my disorganized stack of papers. He didn’t see me as I padded up behind him and slipped my arms around his waist, hugging him into me.
“Good morning, sugar,” he said, turning to face me, giving a proper morning hug. “You have delightful hair this morning.”
My hand automatically reached up to feel my tangled mess. “I wouldn’t call it delightful.”
“I think it is.” At my quizzical brow, he smirked. “It means I did a very good job last night.”
“That you did,” I agreed. “I’m starting to
