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Harlow woke up relaxed and happier than she had for days.
But the noises she registered before opening her eyes took care of that ease fast. A TV was on. There was a sound like someone was humming or singing under their breath. She could hear water too. But it was the reverberation of coffee beans grinding that made her sit up.
Climbing out of bed, there was no point in being self-conscious about only wearing her panties and Ryske’s shirt. She couldn’t change; she had nothing else to wear.
Running her fingers through her wild hair that liked to do its own thing in the mornings, Harlow stretched. No doubt her cheeks were flushed and her eyes heavy, but the draw of coffee was too powerful to ignore.
Creeping around the curtain, she noticed the bathroom door was open. In the living ro
