It was suffocating at first because she was alarmed, but once his soft breath pelted her neck, she surrendered into the mattress, and into him. Today they were going to visit Dr. Harkham. She had some assurances too from his dad that she could stay longer than their original agreement of a week. That made her feel a little better, but she still intended to avoid that gruff man and get a job. Rather than wake Adam and remove him from her room, she slipped out of his arms, got fully dressed this time, then padded downstairs to the kitchen. Samara was singing to herself and making something on the stove. “Whatcha makin’?” Mari asked, her voice gravelly with sleep. “French toast . . . Want some?” Samara glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Sure. Sounds great.” After she said it, she realized what she’d accepted—food from Dustin’s wallet, rather than her own food she’d purchased. Not a good way to start the day. “Good morning, ladies,” Dustin’s voice echoed as he stepped into the room.
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