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let alone a man like Aaron. There was no choice. She had to tell Aaron that she couldn't see him anymore. Amanda would be a good excuse. With everything going on in Amanda's life, Misty had to be there for her. That's what sisters did. Surely Aaron would understand and accept that wouldn't he? Of course he would. Aaron was a compassionate and thoughtful and understanding. Yes, first thing tomorrow, after she'd gotten some sleep, she'd let Aaron down easily. Finally her eyelids closed and she drifted into darkness…
    "I'm talking to you, woman!" Richard hollered as he stomped through the house and up the stairs toward their bedroom. 
    Misty cringed at the way his deep baritone voice echoed through the house. She knew that tone all too well and she knew it meant he was angry—with her. And when he got angry with her it never ended well for her.
    He stopped, his imposing frame blocking the doorway. "You are mine, Misty. Mine!" Richard emphatically pointed at his own chest. "That means you are not allowed to even entertain the idea of another man. You are not allowed to look at them or talk to them. Hell, you can't even think about them. Is that clear?"
    She'd heard this spiel before. Richard would yell at her, threaten her, and sometimes he'd try to intimidate her with his size, but it always ended the same: Richard apologizing profusely, begging for her forgiveness, and then the two of them ending up in bed having glorious make-up sex. It was their ritual every time he came home drunk, which lately, seemed to be all the time. "Go fuck yourself, Richard."
    A slow, lopsided grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. "That's what I have you for, babe."
    "Not tonight you don't." She shoved a pillow and a blanket into his hands. "You can sleep in the spare room."
    He let them drop to the floor. "Aw, come on, Mist, don't be like that." Richard approached and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. 
    Misty stood ramrod straight, her back stiff, her arms hanging limp by her sides. The last thing she wanted right now was to have Richard pawing at her. His breath stunk of whiskey and cigars. The combination always made her stomach churn. "Not tonight," she said, involuntarily moaning as his lips made contact with her neck. Her body started to relax. He had that effect on her. A single touch, a single kiss, sometimes a single look could crack even her toughest resolve and have her yielding to him.
    "You taste heavenly," he said, licking the soft spot behind her ear.
    She tilted her head to the side giving him greater access when she noticed his normally dark hair was now sandy blond. What the…?
    Misty forced her eyes open and was greeted by the most unforgettable pair of blue eyes.
    "Good morning, beautiful," Aaron said with a sexy grin.
    It took her a moment to get her bearings. She was in her own bed in her own apartment. Richard had just been a dream. But Aaron was here, lying on his side staring at her, smiling. "What're you doing here?"
    "Your sister let me in." He was laying on his side, head propped in his hand, and a smile on his face that could only be described as deadly—not in the 'I'm going to hurt you' sort of way, but more of a 'I'm going to devour you' way. "Oh, she wanted me to tell you she was going for a jog to clear her head and would be back in an hour or so."
    Misty knew that when Amanda went jogging that meant she was trying to make a difficult decision and after what Misty learned last night, it was no wonder Amanda was out running. She'd deal with her sister later. Right now she had to deal with the deliciously tempting man lying in her bed. "Thanks, but that still doesn't explain why you're in my bed," she said stifling a yawn. "Uninvited," she added.
    "Late night?" he asked with a cocky raise of his brow.
    She fought to hide her smile as her body responded to not only his proximity, but to the memory of their date last night. "What happened to giving me a day and letting me call you?"
    He draped his free