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The door to Abby’s apartment swung open and bounced off the wall. Abby glared up at him, mouth set, arms crossed, and one foot thumping away like a deranged bunny. Fuckin’ adorable. He suppressed a smile and moved past her, making sure not to touch her or he’d be mounting her from behind in one second flat.
Whirling around, she was at his heels as he sauntered into the living room. “What are you doing here?” she asked in a tone doused with exasperation.
He didn’t appreciate her accusatory tone. As if he didn’t have the right to be there when she damn well knew he did. His initial burst of anger eased when he noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the lines bracketing the corners of her mouth. She hadn’t slept a wink. He sure as hell hadn’t, and he had no intention of a repeat of
