She had on a gold dress, with little red beads. He infinitely preferred her in a dress to pants. She looked so much better that way.
She kissed his cheek held out a cup of rum. “Rum?”
“You know me too well, love.” He glanced around with a raised eyebrow as he took the glass. “Where is the boy?”
“Asleep. His first birthday will be in a
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