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“Rise and shine, guy,” Joey says, waking me with the smell of a fresh mug of coffee. I’m sprawled out over the sofa bed. I stretch, groan, and ask, “Is that coffee?” “The world’s best. Try it, babe.” He passes me the mug and sits down beside me. Did he just call me babe or was it my imagination? I’m thrown a bit by his word choice, take a sip of his coffee and— “We have big plans today. Just so you know.” I sit up, cuddling my coffee, and enjoy the feeling of his right hand work over the top of my head and through my hair. This too catches me off guard, but I let it ride, enjoying the moment. The last thing I want to do is cause a scene and ruin our weekend. “I’m going to make us some hot oatmeal with cinnamon and bananas. You up for it, babe?” Again, he calls me “babe,” which I sor