The next morning Scott leaned down and pressed a kiss on his sleeping wife’s bare shoulder.
Naidenne opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
Spying the coffee mugs he carried, she sat up. Scooting back against her pillows, she took one of the steaming cups.
“Thank you, darling. How are you this morning?”
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