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Chapter 8: Sunday Dinner
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2026-02-14 00:00:35I leaned my head back, looking at the ceiling of the penthouse, then at the dogs' hair still clinging to the borrowed joggers he was wearing. "I was going to leave today. I was going to run away because I didn't think I deserved any of this. But if I'm your partner... then I guess I should stay and help you deal with the chaos we created yesterday."A massive, relieved smile broke across his face. He picked up his phone and, without even looking at the misse
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