His Hostage
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I love them so much, and I know Rowan does too, by the way he looks at them. We’ve got a real family.
“Okay, woman,” he smiles. “You ready?”
“Ready whenever you are,” I say.
He opens the doors and announces, “All right, everyone! Who’s hungry?”
Cake, anyone?
That’s how love is made in a time of war.
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