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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Beckett

Miranda had already showered and dressed by the time I woke She bent down overwhen she met my eyes

“You’re a sleepyhead,” she said and snuggled against me

“I haven’t been sleeping well and I guess I was exhausted Plus, you wore h “How co delight?”

“I arabbed her “I have to go back to et my stuff I have an early class”

“Dao with extreme reluctance “What about lunch?”

“It’s still on,” she said and stood by the side of the bed “There’s still a lot I want to ask you”

I nodded “I’ll tell you anything you want to kno, let et dressed and I’ll drive you to your class”

She shook her head “Nope,” she said “I’ll take the train I’ll meet you at your uncle’s place for lunch We can talk then”

“Please,” I said, getting out of bed She held up her hand to stop me

“Really,” she said, her voice insistent “I have aroutine and have to keep to it You stay in bed I’ll see you at lunch”

I sighed and gave in, kissing her again before she left I stood at the door, my sheet wrapped around my waist, and watched her leave the apartment

Once she was gone, I dressed in my sweats and went for a run just to bleed off soht with Miranda I didn’t want to get ahead of myself but I felt elated that she had come home with me, made love with me

After er da to last the lad that my mind would be occupied so I wouldn’t dwell toowith Miranda