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And this was most likely not the end of my mood swings from our loss, either.
I didn't even cringe. That had to have smarted, but he deserved it for the whopper he'd fed me.
"He had a beautiful girlfriend who was a famous mystery writer.
" His eyes narrowed, though he continued to smirk at me.
Sat behind me on the bed and carefully combed out my hair. I was half asleep from the latter by the time he cuddled with me under the covers, his body folded behind mine and the blankets tucked all around us.