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“You look tired,” he murmured

Boy, that was a letdown She gave a self-deprecating laugh “I have twin six-month-old boys, I always look tired”

He frowned slightly Why did he look gruht up her boys? They weren’t some dirty secret

But he just brushed his thumb over her lips They parted of their own volition

“Such a pretty mouth” He ran his thuht? I’ll get yourshe throws atboy”

Jesus, she hoped so

Oh ht red Bad, Aspen

Both eyebrows rose as he stared at her “Hht, I wonder?”

“Nothing” She pulled back “You’re right, I’o to bed Thanks for driving Mom to work” She couldn’t help but sneer as she said that last word

“Do I want to knohat sort of work it is?”

“No, you don’t”

He nodded calmly and, to her surprise, didn’t question her any further about that “Hoill she get home?”

“She has her ways Or she’ll stay with a friend”

“She stays out ht?”

She shrugged “She’s a big girl She can take care of herself” Although she fully expected that one day she’d get a visit from the cops to say her mother had drunk herself into a coma Or worse