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was getting in beside me.
    Some of the calm I’d been feeling froze over. It made me alert. “Are you sleeping in here?” I whispered.
    I heard him unzipping his jeans and sliding them off. “Of course I am,” he said, making no effort to lower his voice. The clothing thudded against furniture as he tossed them away. The bed shifted again under his full weight. He slid over towards me, one arm stealing around my waist and pulling my back towards him. “Where else am I going to sleep?”
    He was naked. He was also aroused, but I was too tired to make anything of that. Instead, welcome warmth, warmth that I was usually so afraid to want, filled every available part of my body. His clean scent enveloped me, making me burrow my back and my behind more snugly against him. I slid my hand across his arm, reveling in the feel of the hair against my smooth skin.
    He felt so solid. For a second I tried to remember why we weren’t still together, why we weren’t going to bed together like this every night, but the complicated back story eluded my tired mind. I decided just to enjoy the moment, enjoy the feeling of his free hand stroking the skin at my temple, and the coolness of his steady breathing brushing against my hair. I slid my smooth leg against his, smiling when he responded possessively with his coarser limb. I drifted away with a sense of utter bliss.
    When I opened my eyes again it was morning. Blinking and squeezing them tightly shut, I tested my body by moving slowly under the covers. The empty bed allowed me un-constricted movement. I stretched, wondering if I’d dreamt the wonderful sensations of Nathan’s body holding me as I’d gone to sleep. Cracking open one eye against the sun, I glanced at the other side of the bed; there was no mistaking the indentation in the pillow. A frown gripped me. The light was blinding.
    Sitting up, I looked around the room for the first time. It was neutral, like the rest of the house, but the furnishings were beyond luxurious. A static fireplace faced the bed. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and looked over to the large windows. A gasp escaped me as I took in the vast, rolling hills behind the house and the densely packed trees decorated with autumn colors. I slid out of the bed, barely noticing the temperature even though I was still in my underwear. I padded to the windows to look out at the panorama. The world was preening under the beatific sunshine. Minutes passed as I took in the splendor.
    “That’s a sight for sore eyes.”
    I turned. Nathan was in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His gaze on my body was openly appreciative.
    I experienced a vague moment of hesitation, but pragmatism took over. I was pregnant by him; this was hardly the time for modesty. “Morning,” I said.
    “Sleep okay?”
    I stretched my limbs, unable to suppress a smile. “Yeah.”
    “You look like you slept well, ” he said, and his voice was warm. His eyes narrowed against the sun as he searched out my face. “I was going to head into town for supplies, but we can go together if you like. Maybe get some breakfast there.”
    “Just now?” I brushed my tousled hair behind my ears.
    His brows lifted as he considered my body again. “Unless you’d rather stay in bed. We can get supplies this afternoon.”
    The loaded meaning behind his words caused a vacuum of air between us. Taking a shaky breath, my eyes widening on him, I took a moment to consider the offer. Like a ripple of delicious flavor in an otherwise plain ice-cream, illicit pleasure streaked through my waking mind.
    He laughed, but it was light and strained. “Jesus ... don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. We’d better get some talking done before we complicate things any worse.”
    Embarrassment filled me. God, I was an easy target. Where Nathan was concerned, anyway. He knew it, and I knew it.
    He approached me. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than spend all day in bed with you. You know that,