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Not just any laughter—Noah’s delighted giggles mixed with a deeper, masculine chuckle that made my chest ache.
I grabbed my robe and padded downstairs barefoot, following the sound to the kitchen. The scene that greeted me stopped me in the doorway.
Damien stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with surprising competence. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. Noah sat on the counter beside him, his feet swinging, chocolate chips smeared across his face.
"And then the p ...
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