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Chapter 0107

Sunday morning, I roll over and open my eyes when the mattress dips lower on one side.

"Morning, Brene," Kiarr says in that Viking accent that makes my toes curl. He brushes fingers along my brow and down my cheek and jawline like he's memorizing the shape of my face.

"Is everything okay?" I ask mor
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