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Monday morning, Kim found Sonja already working, as usual. As if nothing had happened – as predicted.

“Good morning,” Kim said, making an effort to keep her tone neutral. That was difficult for her, since Sonja was looking great and making Kim’s heart pound. How much she would’ve liked to take her in her arms, to caress her shiny, silky-soft hair . . .

As if nothing had happened . .