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She pursed her lips "You're never tired"

"I am now Quiet down"

It e of sleepy crossness in his tone "Stay in bed awhile"

"Daht"

"I have to get up" She pried an arm free and did stroke his hair "Go back to sleep"

"I would if you'd shut up"

She laughed, then slithered free "Roarke?"

"Oh Christ!" He rolled in defense and buried his face in the pillow "What?"

"I love you"

He turned his head, heavy eyes slitting open with a lazy gleaic of him That he could make her yearn for sex after what she'd seen, what she'd experienced

"Well then, coh"

"Later"

His response was a grunt as he pushed his face back into the pillow

Deciding not to take it the wrong way, she dressed, ordered up coffee, strapped on her weapon He hadn't stirred a muscle when she left the room

She decided to check in with McNab first and found him sprawled out flat in her sleep chair with Galahad draped over his head like fat earmuffs Both of them snored