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The Sunday Squirrel: mistake

Slowly coming awake, Kelly relaxed in the safety of strong arms, snuggled up against a warm chest.  She rubbed her hand across hard abs that contracted under her touch. “Scott?” she asked dreamily. “No. Sorry. It’s Jeff,” he said in a tight voice. “Jeff,” she repeated, still foggy from sleep.  Then her brain kicked in