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Lying naked in the nanny’s room that had been her haven since moving into the McDade home, Whisper was content and relaxed. The moment she recognized herself drifting toward slumber, her eyes snapped open. Her rules had never been lax. They meant creating distance, she didn’t know any other way.
Blinking once, she pushed away from the male chest under her body to sit up.
“What’s up?” her drowsy husband asked.
After rubbing her face, Whisper slapped each of her cheeks and then sank her fingers into her hair. “I almost fell asleep,” she said and scooted further away, tossing her legs off the edge of the bed.
“So?”
“So…” she said, slithering down to the floor to gather up the clothes her husband had helped her remove an hour or two ago. “We haven’t fed Nicole and Doran could be home
