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Sawyer was already wide awake when dawn broke the next morning. Normally, he’d be grouchy that he’d needlessly woken up so early. Since becoming a parent, sleep had become a precious commodity, something to never be wasted. A chance to sleep in was something he fantasized about.
However, after Arlo’s heart attack yesterday, he had a new perspective. This morning, Sawyer was just glad to wake up at all, and he was glad to wake up next to Remy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.
Although he had been in many dangerous situations before, Sawyer had to admit he hadn’t really thought about his own mortality. Not truly. Maybe that was what allowed him to take so many risks, what kept him going for so long as a SEAL. Most of his adult life had been him moving from one hig
