“Hey, baby.” Alexander’s voice interrupts my thoughts, warm and low. He pokes his head through the door, his icy blue gaze flicking over the room with visible distaste as his nose wrinkles. “You ready to go home? Or should we order you new furniture before we leave? We can use my computer and have it delivered tomorrow.”

I smile at him, my chest filling with a fierce, soft warmth. “Mmmh, can we do it at home? It’s not that important. This’ll do for now.”

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