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“The nanny search is still a bust,” I say softly. I don’t want to stop talking, because as long as we talk, I can stand here. I have an excuse to touch her.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone.” She rolls her head to the left, and I dig a little deeper into her right shoulder, and she moans.

I want you to stay. The words are right there on my tongue, but I can’t ask until I’m sure that’s what I want