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Wren Deserves Nice Things
Jackson left Kia in charge of showing Wren how to use the tub and shower. She joined him not long after. “You showed him the selection of soaps?”
“Yeah. He seemed a little overwhelmed so I pulled out the ones you use in case he just wanted to stick with that.”
Jackson hummed. Kia’s hair was stuck in unattractive clumps. He thought he saw a twig buried in the thick strands. “You might want to shower too.”
“Yeah.”
She fell onto his bed instead. He pulled his feet out of the way just in time for her land with a muted thump. “He was protecting you earlier.”
In the gazebo, when he’d growled at Kia. “That’s what it was? Thank God. I thought he saw you as a threat.”
She snorted and rolled her head to the side to look at him. “Nope. He was just telling me to watch it. I just can’t decide if that’s a good sign or not.”
Yeah. He kne
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