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KATE
Mine and Cooper’s peaceful night of sleep felt like it ended abruptly when the pounding on the door woke us up. We were still outside—n***d and in the hammock—swinging back and forth.
“I guess we better get up and get some clothes on,” I murmured, chuckling as I tried to get out of the swinging bed. “We’re not running late, are we? Our flight doesn’t leave until lunch time.”
Cooper yawned and crawled off the hammock. “No, it’s still early. It’s probably Derek or your brother. Let me throw on my clothes and I’ll get it.”
Even though we had a private deck, it still felt weird walking around outside n***d. Rushing inside, I grabbed my phone, noticing that I had several missed calls and the time was only seven o’clock in the morning. How did I not hear the phone ring?
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