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Emilia I wake to the feeling of a warm hand caressing the side of my face. Even in my sleep-induced haze, I know who it is because I can sense him. There’s something about this man that’s always been so familiar to me. Like we’re connected somehow, two pieces of the same whole separated by time. “Embree, sweetheart.” He leans in, dropping a soft kiss on my temple. “The girls are already up and dressed. Now it’s your turn.” Opening my eyes, I can’t help but return his smile. His hair is wild, either from sleep or because he’s been running his hands through it like he does when he’s frustrated or nervous. At the sight of it, my fingers tingle with the need to tangle into those strands, so I can pull him close and convince him to finally claim all of me. “Stop looking at me like that.” Li