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Part One, Chapter Eight

When Jean Luc awoke the next day, Lucinda was no longer snuggled against him. She was always up so early, despite how late they went to bed.

As expected, Lucinda was enjoying breakfast on the couch with her legs propped atop the table between her and the television.

"Dumbass," she sneered at the movie she was watching. Or more specifically, the character who just got murdered.

"Morning, love."

"That's new," Lucinda turned to face him. "Love. I like that. Way more than cute, adorable, sweet and all the other bullshit." She grinned and Jean Luc smiled back.

"How long have you been up?"

"Enough time to cook you breakfast.

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