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I was breathing normally again by the time I'd depleted him. Gulping down my water I'd left on the coffee table, I laid my head on his lap.
" I blinked at him. Wrenching my hand away, I grabbed a pillow and walloped him in the face.
I'd thought wanting to be an archaeologist was too limited.
No, you must have liked it since you still do it today.
I planned to just sleep through the holiday and continue my ritual pity party. Maybe I could call in sick on Wednesday and take the rest of the fucking week off.
They had moved closer to one of his sisters last winter, and everyone was gathering in Arizona this year. I was so excited to meet them in person.