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Eva
On Sunday evening, Reese and I gave Skylar her first sponge bath at the kitchen table. We were oohing and ahhing over every tiny finger and toe when Mason got a call on his cell phone.
“s**t,” he muttered to the caller. “Yeah, I can take on tomorrow night. I’m already working Wednesday and Thursday. Can you handle Friday? Good. I promised Reese a date night.”
When he hung up and rubbed his tired face, Reese straightened to shoot him a curious glance. “What’s going on?”
Mason glanced uneasily at me before saying, “That was Noel. Pick’s babysitter has chicken pox, or her kids do or...someone. I don’t know. They’re all contagious for the next two weeks, so he has to stay home with his boy until he finds someone he can trust to watch him.”
I frowned. “What about his wife?”
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