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A lot.

And they weren’t easily fooled.

“Sweetheart, I had this bed brought in for you.”

“I know. And that was really thoughtful. But I’ll be fine on the chair. I slept there last night.”

Right. And she looked like she’d barely slept at all.

“No. You’re sleeping in here. You’re exhausted, and if you don’t get some sleep, then you’ll end up in that bed.” He pointed at William.

“In bed with Uncle Willy? That seems a tad weird and gross. Plus, there isn’t really room.”

“I didn’t mean that you’d . . .” he trailed off as he saw her hide her grin. “Are you teasing me, brat?”

“Maybe just a little? Am I in trouble?” She grinned as she held up her thumb and forefinger an inch apart.

“Big trouble,” he warned her.

“Ooh, I’m scared. What are you going to do?”

“Hmm, I’m going to have to think about that. But right now, what you’re going to do is get in this bed and stop giving me lip.”

“But—”

“No more arguments. Bed. Now.”

She practically raced over to him. Then she gave him an awed look. “It’s like you have a superpower. You can get people to do whatever you want.”

“I wish that was the case. In you get, Shortcake.”

After she was in, he tucked the blankets around her and she sighed happily. “I like being tucked in. Oh no, Ziggy!”

“Where is he?”

“In my handbag.”

He found him and handed him to her. She tucked him in under the covers. “I don’t want the nurses to see him if they come in. They might think I’m weird.”

Anger filled him at the idea of anyone looking down on this girl.

“They won’t care. Besides, I wouldn’t allow anyone to upset you,” he told her arrogantly.

He did see the irony since he’d spent most of his life caring what others thought. Mostly his parents. And their friends.

But he couldn’t let that happen to this girl.

She smiled up at him. “Thanks, Jameson.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Oh, when I put your boots under the bed, I noticed that one of the soles looks like it’s going to start tearing away.”

“Hmm. I’ll glue it back together.”

“Glue it?” She wouldn’t just buy another pair?

“Hmm,” she said sleepily, her eyes closed. “They’re my best secondhand store score ever.”

She bought them from a secondhand store? How bad were her finances? What did she spend her money on?

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