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Hannah seemed mystified by Clayton’s accusation. “Make the bed? Every morning?”

“Straighten the covers. Put the spread on top.”

“But—you sleep in that bed.”

“That’s true. But only at night. It can sit here made up the whole day while I’m working.”

“You should air it during the day so it’ll be fresh at night. What benefit do you derive from it being made while you’re gone? You’ll only see it at night before you unmake it.”

She stood beside his bed, inches away from him, looking at him tentatively. She was as wrong for him as any woman could be. But he wanted to pull her into his arms and sink into the unmade bed with her, and hold her all night and all day…