Tosh hadn't been sleeping well. Not since her fight with Owen. She'd toss and turn, and sleep in fits and starts, and when she did sleep she'd dream. Dreams about Owen yelling at her, telling her she was unfaithful. Of Mimi turning her back on her, telling her the same. In the morning she'd feel as if she'd not slept at all. Last night she'd
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He didn't pay much mind to it until he arrived in the kitchen several hours later, after a run and a shower. She looked more than tired. He gave her a gentle smile as he walked in. "Want me to make a fresh batch?" he offered, eying what she had just poured.
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