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Liv woke the next morning on the couch with MarryMe covering her face in kisses and wrapped in Will’s arms. She didn’t move as she felt Will stir. Maybe he’d think she was sleeping. Once he was awake, he sat up quickly.

“I’m...I’m sorry...” he said. “I didn’t...I wasn’t trying...oh, MarryMe, leave her alone”

“It’s fine,” she said. She reached out and petted the dog on the head and then slowly sat up. She grimaced and groaned.

“What’s wrong?” he said.

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus...or rather a tree,” she said. She lifted her shirt to see a huge bruise covering the side of her waist and rib cage.

“Shit, Liv,” Will said, inhaling quickly.

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s just a bruise.”

He looked at her doubtfully.

“I bet my face looks worse,” she said.

“It does.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you think you can eat? Should you see the doctor first? Should we try to take you to the hospital? I think we are snowed in now, but the President is here - we can get you evacuated, if necessary,” he was rambling.

“Food sounds good. Do I smell coffee...and bacon?” she said, her stomach rumbling.

“This way.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

When they walked intothe kitchen, everyone fell silent.

Liv held her breath.

“Good morning,” Will said.

“How are you?” Elizabeth said. “Did you get any sleep?”

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