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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN RILEY I wake up with a warm body nestled against mine, and all I can do is grin. Carefully, I roll over and pull Zoey into my arms. Her head rests against my chest, and she lets out a hum. If I could stay here all morning, I’d be the happiest man on earth, but I know I can’t. It’s times like this, I wish I weren’t on such a strenuous schedule. Calling in wouldn’t even be a possibility because, ultimately, I’d be letting my family down and they’d have to take up my slack. “Morning,” she says in the sexiest sleepy voice I’ve ever heard. Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead and hold her tighter as if she’ll slip through my fingers if I let go. “Morning, sweetheart.” She lifts her head, and her eyes flutter open. A small smile touches her lips, and I lean in to press min