The aroma of freshly brewed coffee was a flimsy, civilian excuse for the chaos brewing inside me. Seven in the morning was tolerable, I guess, but my mind was stuck at three a.m., when Claire’s apologetic knock had jolted me awake.“Your billionaire and handsome husband passed out,” she’d deadpanned.A soft, secret giggle still bubbled up in my chest. Passed out. That was Ram, predictable, utterly gorgeous, and always over the top.His half-lidded, heavy eyes finally flickered open, dragging me back to the present. “Why?” he mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.I shook my head, smiling in that easy, practiced way that hid the electric storm he always stirred inside me. “Still sleepy? Go back to bed. Claire, Andrew, and I can just go to the mall without you.”That did it. Ram’s eyes snapped fully open, that devastating, dark gaze locking onto mine with lazy authority. He took a long, assessing moment before shaking his head, the faintest pout tugging at his lips, boyish, but his tone was
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