Blinking away a blur of exhaustion, she looked up at Maggie, snuggled into strong, male arms. Gareth’s dark gaze met hers over the little blond head. He smiled. “You all fell asleep,” he whispered. “Nicholas and Katie are both tucked in. I just came back for Maggie.” “I’ll do it,” she offered automatically, moving to rise from the sofa. A hand on top of her head halted her mid-way. She looked up at Gareth again. “Or not?” she hazarded. “Or not,” he agreed. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She remained on the couch while he was gone, entirely too comfortable to move. He’d placed a blanket over her at some point, and she snuggled into its warmth, drifting in the state of semi-consciousness that came with sleep deprivation. A few minutes later, she heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, and then his steps across the creaky, tiled floor and into the sitting room. Rousing herself, she opened her eyes and stared at the steaming cup of tea he held out to her. “Are you awake enough to hold it, or is it safer on the table?”
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