[sunday reveries] picture #2
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“You put me to bed!”
Cain looked up from the cup of coffee he was pouring, blinking at Baileigh where she stood in the doorway wrapped in her robe, looking tousled and newly awake and more angelic than she had a right to.
“Did not.” He protested gruffly, turning back to his coffee as he rummaged through the top cupboard for the sugar.
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“You put me to bed!”
Cain looked up from the cup of coffee he was pouring, blinking at Baileigh where she stood in the doorway wrapped in her robe, looking tousled and newly awake and more angelic than she had a right to.
“Did not.” He protested gruffly, turning back to his coffee as he rummaged through the top cupboard for the sugar.
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