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Andrea stretches out on the narrow cot. She’s upset, but eventually, her exhaustion gets the better of her. She sinks into a deep sleep. When she wakes again, she sees that Lance is lying stiffly on the edge of the cot. He’s awake and staring at her with serious, thoughtful eyes. He slips his hand under her clothes and gently strokes the skin on her stomach. She turns to him and smiles sleepily, but then she goes stiff. The sun is pouring into the room, and it looks like it might be noon. I was supposed to be at work hours ago, Andrea thinks sadly. It’s only my second day and I’ve already screwed up. Sophie is going to be so upset. “The alarm clock rang, but I turned it off,” Lance says. “But don’t worry. I already asked Robert to call D.O. and tell them you need to take a leave.” “H