I rubbed my cheek against her hair. Her shampoo was strawberry-scented. “I had a lot of fun.” “Me, too. New York isn’t too ter’ble, I guess.” Her voice was a sleepy mumble, a smile on her face as we pulled up in front of their building. “Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes at Paxton. He sat watching us, his expression unreadable. The car stopped and I eased Carter upright, stealing a look at the time. After midnight, whoa. No wonder she was all but asleep on top of me. “Well, sweetheart, it’s about time for me to go. I’ll turn into a pumpkin soon.” The driver opened the door, but before I could slide out, Carter found her second wind, grabbing my hand. “You can’t go yet!” “Carter, honey…” Smoothing a hand down her hair, I smiled at her. It was impossible not to fall in love with her. “It’s late. I need to go, and you need to sleep.” “But…”
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