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He hadn’t gotten a lot of rest
and had the need for solid sleep. I need to drink
so I pass out and don’t dream at all. He parked in his
garage before trotting inside.
After his shower, he crashed
until the peal of the doorbell woke him. Rolling from bed,
he shoved into a pair of sweats before padding down to the
front door.
It wasn’t family, they
would’ve walked right in. There was the potential this was a
local kid selling something. Unlike his siblings, Derek
didn’t have his entire property fenced off all the time, he
tended to leave the front gate open. So people could come in
and drop things off.
Fighting a yawn, he yanked
open the door.
“What?”
His breath slipped away. He
blinked to make sure he wasn’t losing it.
The owner of those brown eyes
watching him, who had for the past two years only been in a
dream, stood on the front porch.
Her.
Avery. |
