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Page 29 of His Best Friend’s Heat

"Shh, Papa's got you. Let Daddy sleep a little longer."

Emma's whimpers cut through the darkness at—I squint at the bedside clock—3:17 AM. Right on schedule. I'm already out of bed and lifting her from the bassinet before she can work herself into a full cry.

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