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Mara
The smell reached me before I fully opened my eyes. It was butter, coffee and something sweet.
I frowned sleepily and stretched beneath the blankets. I stretched my hand and the other side of the bed was empty and cold. For one terrifying second, my heart lurched then I heard it: someone humming softly. Almost absentmindedly.
I smiled before I even got up. Only one person could sound that serious while humming completely off-key and he tells me I am a terrible singer.
I slipped out of bed and padded toward the kitchen barefoot. The sight that greeted me stopped me in the doorway.
Zander stood with his back to me, wearing an old pair of gray sweatpants and a faded black T-shirt that had clearly seen better days. His hair was still messy from sleep. A spatula rested in on
