have nothing to thank me for. Not after this.” He gestured to the painting in his hands. “I’m supposed to check on you a couple more times in the night. I’ll apologize in advance for waking you.”
“Apology accepted.”
He headed for the door. “If you need anything else, call out. I’ll probably sleep on the sofa in the family room off the kitchen.”
She wanted to tell him that wasn’t necessary, that she would be fine, but she was just too exhausted to argue—especially when she somehow knew he wouldn’t listen anyway.
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