SOPHIA LANCASTER I blinked my eyes open, staring at the ceiling. For a moment, I expected to be alone but when I rolled over, Daniel was there.He was dressed in his suit trousers and a white shirt, cuffs unbuttoned, looking like the picture of a devoted husband. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a steaming mug in his hand."Morning," he said. I sat up, pulling the duvet higher around my chest, instantly wary. "What is this?""Peace offering," he said, extending the mug. "Black, two sugars. Just how you like it."I looked at the mug, then at him. He hadn't made me coffee in three years. "I don't want your coffee, Daniel," I said, my voice raspy with sleep. "And I'm not interested in whatever performance this is."He sighed, setting the mug down on the nightstand, he clasped his hands together, looking down at the floor, "Look, about last night... about what I said regarding your mother. I was out of line, I was stressed about the Yamamoto deal, and I drank too much."I studied
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