Claire laughed, a genuine, throaty sound. “You already got the only shot that mattered.” She propped herself up on an elbow. “Dinner first. I make a mean lasagna. Then, maybe we try the master bedroom lighting.”
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“You know your light,” she said, leaning against the island. Claire laughed, a genuine, throaty sound
Claire felt a small, unexpected spark. It had been a while since a man looked at her like a composition rather than just a ‘mom.’ ” she said