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“Quiet morning.”
Carly blinked her eyes open to see Emily standing above her in the predawn light. The woman stood casually, a few feet to the side, and looking out over the river. There was an odd smile on her lips. Slightly sad. No. But perhaps nostalgic. As if her words belonged in another place, another time.
The man Carly lay curled against remained sound asleep, a self-satisfied smile revealed in the soft glow of a new day. No traces of last night’s pain creased his face.
“Men always look so innocent when they’re asleep.” Emily’s smile was soft, shared. “Don’t be too long waking him up. Mark will want the drone on-site soon.”
Emily turned to walk back toward the camp as Carly did her best not to blush. “Once Mark wakes up and gets that same smile off his face, that is.”
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