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Shana returned home late after another double shift, her body tired and weary. When she went inside, she found Hayden had made dinner. She’d discovered he was a remarkably good cook. Tonight, he’d made a simple stew in the slow cooker, explaining he hadn’t been sure what time she’d be home. After eating a quiet dinner and mellowed with wine, Shana had tumbled into sleep, his strong arms around her.
The next morning she woke to the sound of low male voices. She lay in bed, contemplating a brief conversation from last night when Hayden told her Dane had confronted him about her. She’d fessed up that Dane had confronted her about it the day before, but she hadn’t had the energy to talk about it yet. Hayden had been gracious enough to say he understood, but he didn’t offer anything else.
