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would come soon enough with answers awaiting her that she wasn’t so sure she was ready to find out.

Chapter Four

    “J esus Christ, will you put a shirt on?” Ethan mumbled as he made his way to the coffee pot. He’d heard her alarm go off at zero four thirty all the way in the living room, where he’d slept on the couch. Although he wasn’t much for the color of the material, it was damned comfortable. What wasn’t comforting was seeing her come out of her bedroom wearing another sports bra, although this one was pink. He slammed the cupboard door shut, at the same time adjusting his morning hard-on. “I hate running at zero dark thirty in the morning.”
    “Since when do you care if I walk around in my bra?” Taryn asked, matching his irritable tone. She had always been a morning person and only became agitated if she didn’t get her run in. Ethan knew that she was tense regarding the upcoming trip and he felt guilty for snapping at her. “That’s the second time you said something. If it bothers you so much I’ll put my sweatshirt on. Maybe you can do something about walking around here pointing at everything with your good morning woody. Give me a cup, will you? I might as well have some while you get your ass in gear.”
    “Sorry,” Ethan muttered, pouring both of them the steaming liquid that would most likely be the beverage of choice for the remainder of the day. “I’m just running on lack of sleep.”
    Ethan picked up her mug and handed it to her, trying to ignore the image of her nipples poking through the material. He honestly couldn’t answer why it bothered him now when it hadn’t before. He’d tried to chalk up these last few weeks when he’d been viewing her as he had in his dreams as a fluke, but he would have thought those awkward feelings would have faded by now. As Taryn went about drinking her coffee and putzing around the kitchen, he let himself actually look at her over the rim of his coffee as if she were a woman instead of a friend.
    Taryn was petite, yet athletic and toned. Although the sports bra compressed her breasts, she had more than enough that their shape and size were visible. She had a tight heart-shaped ass that was evident through the jogging pants that she was wearing. Keeping to her word, she slipped the heavy material over her head that had been draped over one of the kitchen chairs and finally covered herself. It still didn’t seem to help the state of his arousal though. He should have stayed in his own house, where he could have taken care of his usual morning state in the privacy of his own bathroom.
    “Stop bitching about your lack of sleep.” Taryn went over to the door and picked up her running shoes before sitting down at the kitchen table. “You have never been a morning person. Drink up and let’s head out.”
    Ethan was about to snap back that he liked mornings if the exercise happened to be in bed, but he managed to keep that to himself just in time. He took a drink of his coffee, not caring that the scalding liquid burned his esophagus. In fact, it seemed to help get his thoughts straight and kick him into gear. He wanted this run over with so they could get their collective asses to Texas.
    “Let me take a piss first, will ya?”
    Ethan took his coffee with him, taking the path of the short hallway and into her bedroom. The furniture was eclectic, with mismatched pieces and a mattress that had yet to be fitted for a bedframe. Her bed had already been made with precision, a habit left over from when she’d served on a ship. Images of that one dream returned, reminding him that he’d pictured them on this very same bed. He kept walking until he reached the bathroom and slammed the door shut, hoping the action would do the same with his thoughts.
    “Hey, I left my iPod on the sink,” Taryn called down through the hallway right when he’d unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out to pee. He looked up toward the ceiling for help. What the hell