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"It’s not?"
Did she sound disappointed or was it only his over-active libido leading him into wishful territory? "Given your droopy eyes, you would probably crash before the first kiss, anyway, and wound ed at her full pink lips, which in turn tugged at his self-control Damn it all, she wasn’t even his type He usually went for the more chatty, flamboyant sorts who filled the conversation, which left him free to stay quiet
This wo her into bed, alone, was the s wake-ups every two hours in case you have a concussion It’s easier if we stay in the sa lot in fifty beloind chill to wake you up to count ers"
Strawberry-red crawled up her face "You ranny"
"I think you’re alone and don’t knoho to trust" Hell no, she wasn’t paranoid He wanted nothing more than to rip the bedspread off one of thoseneed churned inside him, a need to protect her, find out who had handled this woman so carelessly
He tipped her chin with his knuckle "I pro to jump you while you’re passed out"
Did she know that she kept ainst his touch while she stared into his eyes? Just when he considered extending his reach and cupping her face in his palain"
"Okay, then" Restless, Jacob stood and paced around the rooed her coat, turned the heat down He yanked the door open "Let’s get id air blasted them The wind nearly lifted Dee off her feet like Mary Poppins Jacob allowed hied across the parking lot, sleet and snow stinging his skin
Lord, she felt good against him
Inside the lobby, Dee dipped froet some extra sheets," she mumbled as she all but sprinted for the supply closet
Jacob shut off the coffees along the sofa cushions He braced a shoulder against the archway leading fro area "Thanks But I can take care of thatto catch up on so asleep in the recliner"
She didn’t stop
"What do you think you’re doing?"
Dee sank to the edge of the couch and slid off her shoes "Going to bed?"
"Right Bed" He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the loft "In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s over there"
Her jaw set "Your bed is over there My bed is here"
"I don’t think so"
Her tennis shoes thuet tired of being so predictable? Stop with theritual A recliner isn’t a bed If your feet hang off the edge of the motel room beds, you really can’t expect to fold yourself onto this sofa I’m almost half your size The couch is fine forto be up ht as well be comfortable"
"I won’t be able to sleep if you’re on the sofa or in a chair"
Jacob al closed She’d be asleep sitting up if he kept talking
He shifted his weight to one leg Why not let her think she’d won? He could move her after she zonked out, probably less than sixty seconds from now "Okay Have it your way Enjoy the couch"
"Thanks I will" She lined her shoes with precision beside the sofa After a self-conscious glance over her shoulder, she whipped the sweater over her head, unveiling the T-shirt beneath
Carefully she folded the sweater into an exact square and put it on top of her pile ofher take such care with cast-off clothing, Jacob wanted to buy out Macy’s
Dee slid beneath the sheets, tugging the blankets up to her chin He watched her eyelids flicker Just sixty seconds and temptation would be deeply asleep
Jacob shoved away fro only the fluorescent bulb over the stove on Moonbeaht over his bed
Sixty seconds suddenly see deeper under the blankets, Dee flattened her spine against the sofa back "Hopefully by to in my own bed Orthe snow and drinking hot cocoa I think I like hot chocolate hipped creahed, a heavy sound full of resignation "So soon A person can’t si"
"Sure," he lied He’d seen enough cruelty in the world to know otherwise
"My faether
"Of course" Lord, he hoped so
"We’ll call the station again in the reer, deeper with each word
"First thing Bet you’ll be glad to see the last of that cleaning bucket"
She seemed to have drifted off, so he eased forward a step Dee burrowed her head into the pillow, and he hesitated
"What did he look like?" she whispered
"Pardon?"
"The man who left me here What did he look like?"