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Groaning, I closed my eyes again. “Wake me up when we get to LA.”

“Sure. Expecting mommas need their rest.”

I slapped his arm. “I’m not pregnant, Ben. Probably. How would the town gossip know?”

“Take a test and put it to rest, then.”

I shifted and swallowed around a ball of nerves. “Why waste the plastic?”

“Chicken shit.”

“Yep.”


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