Arielle could not keep herself from smiling.
“Why didn’t you send a text to inform me that you’re back?”
After placing the cake on the table, Vinson replied, “Rayson told me you were busy, so I decided to come right over. How was it? Are you tired?”
She replied candidly, “A little.”
It was the truth, as the long day of work had her feeling utterly drained.
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