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With a sigh of regret, he gently shook her shoulder “Rachel, time to wake up Harry will be here in a couple of minutes”

“Go away,” she mumbled into her pillow

“Rachel, Harry’s coet up”

“Don’t care if the Queen’s co Need to sleep”

He ran a hand over the curve of her hip “He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have so important to tell us”

“Unless he’s got coffee, I don’t care” She brought her hands up to clutch her pillow, as though worried he’d take it from her

It was teet out of bed as a teen A glass of cold water over your head once or tas enough to sort that probleet Rachel to admit they were an ite her Looked like he’d have to deal with Harry on his own

Harvard stepped into yesterday’s pants, leaving the button undone, and reached for his phone—only to reun So out to be Rachel had scrambled his brain

He’d intended to run upstairs and get Harry settled, then return to the guest roo on their bedroom door blew that plan to hell

Throwing it open, he did a double take when he found not only Harry but also Elle and Ryan standing in the hallway There was no way of hiding the sight of Rachel asleep and naked on the bed behind him He could only be thankful that the sheet covered past her hips

“You totally slept with each other,” Ryan said “That’s not fair We dissolved the bet, and I had a grand in it I would have lared at Harvard “You owe me”

Meanwhile, Elle seemed particularly focused on his bare chest Her hand came up and she reached for him “Can I? Can I just touch?”

“No!” Ryan pushed her ar yourself”

“But, he’s so pretty” She batted her lashes at Harvard “You don’t mind if I have a little touch, do you?”

“I do,” caet the hell out of my bedroom”