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8.The Chosen Mate
CALEB This was not how I imagined this morning, or any morning for a fact. Perhaps, Hunter was right. Maybe I should give a second of marrying Esther, considering how annoying she was at times and how little she perceived someone’s privacy. “Caleb, what are doing here?” She asked. Surprise etched across her features, her eyes darting between me and Valerie until I sat up and swung my legs from the edge of the bed. “Last I checked, it is still my mansion.” I shrugged, not bothering to answer her. Or anyone for that matter. She had no business barging in, and if anyone would question, it would be me to her. And Esther was smart enough to pick my displeasure from my voice as she quickly amended her tone. “I know, I meant…in the guest room.” I rubbed my palms over my sleepy face, crack
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