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“You’re never telling anyone I did this.” He sat on the floor, her foot in his lap.

“If I could reach, I would,” she reminded him. “The fact that I can’t reach is all your fault.”

“I seem to remember you enjoying your part,” he teased, taking the bottle she handed him and shaking it. “Who picks out these colors, Claudia?”

She thought the glittery dark blue was gorgeous. “If she picked it out, there’d be ten different colors.”

Sam Thomas looked up at his pregnant wife. “Tell no one. Promise?”

Stacey hid one hand behind her back. “I promise.”