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Laine looked at it It depicted a strea poured out of a teakettle by a woman with a sly look on her face It was her oork She’d painted that one back in design school when she’d been fulfilling her skill-based core require there not because it was her favorite, but because it renored ache She’d always meant to continue the series, but there was no s As hard as it was to work her way up in interior design, being a freelance painter would have been a fiscal disaster There would be no supporting her father with that kind of inconition for her efforts until after her death, or ever

There was no reason to go for it, and every reason to keep that dream on the wall

“As curious as the subject is, it is al the rooy for a place of rest” He looked to her “Or other things”

“Did we e to do that in the actual bed?” Laine asked

“No, I don’t think so We should rectify this egregious error”

Swiftly, Aziz rose and grabbed her waist Laine laughed and reached up for his shoulders to steady herself His tongue was lapping broadly over her neck when Laine heard the door sla shut and froze

“Oh! Stop!” she hissed

Aziz did, but frowned and looked up

“Wake up, nerd!” Eht!”

“It’s my sister,” Laine told Aziz

She pulled the covers up and looked around the roo There was one of Aziz’s shirts on a chair, but nothing else of use

“I’m in the bedroom! Give me a minute!” Laine yelled

“I’ in!” Emma yelled back

Aziz laughed heartily

“No, don’t!” Laine glared at E and a tray of coffee

Eht “What…?”

“I told you to give me a minute, brat!” Laine said

Eled madly “Well, maybe you need more than a minute!”

“Good ,” Aziz said pleasantly “You are Laine’s sister, yes?”