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Something woke Shyla up. She didn’t know what and didn’t really care. The breeze from the open terrace doorway refreshed her contentment. With a smile on her face, she opened her still heavy eyes. The first thing she spotted was the cause of her happiness.
Standing on the terrace wearing only a pair of jeans, Score was on the phone. With one hand on the aluminum rail that topped the glass terrace barrier, he seemed tense. Shyla liked to think maybe the call was an inconvenience because he was eager to get back to their bed. Their bed.
Rolling onto her back, she pushed her arms out wide and arched to stretch her back. Her whole body ached in the most wonderful way. Score had been right when he’d said she would be sore. All morning tender twinges reminded her of what they’d done the pr
