He closed the laptop. ‘Just a thought. If you change your mind I’d be glad to help you find him.’
I moved the laptop to the nightstand for him. Buddha grunted to let me know he didn’t appreciate the jostling. I scratched his foot in apology and then snuggled back into the warmth and safety of Devon’s arms. ‘I appreciate it, but I don’t think I’ll change my mind.’
As I drifted off to sleep, my mind was set free to speculate about my biological father. Did I have his green eyes? Did he ever think about me and wonder what I’d become? What about my ancestry? I could be Irish. I had the hair and skin for it. What if I had grandparents that were still alive? Maybe I would change my mind.
I let out a contented sigh. Until then, I had all I needed right here in this bed.
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