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I really can’t handle planning an entire trip on top of everything else.”
He smiled that smile that used to make my heart flutter and kissed my forehead.
I thought that was the end of it. Wrong.
A week later, he appeared in the living room with that look — the puppy-dog but also slightly manipulative expression he gets when he wants something big.
“Liv, baby, I need a tiny favor.”
I should’ve known right then.
His “tiny favors” are never tiny.
He sat down next to me on the couch while I was pumping milk. Perfect timing, as always. And he launched into his pitch.
“Okay, so the guys and I found this incredible resort.
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