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shower,” she said.
    “I laid out something for you to sleep in,” he said. “Now, get off of my bed. I need my beauty sleep.”
    “Thanks Oz.” Micki rose on tiptoe and planted a kiss on his cheek.
    When she went to his room she saw that he’d left a soft tee shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts on the bed for her. She couldn’t help but smile.
    Micki turned on the shower and dropped her clothes on the bathroom floor. Running a sink full of water, she washed her bra and panties with hand soap, leaving them to soak while she stepped into the steamy water. She shampooed her hair and stood in the soft rain shower to rinse off. When she emerged she felt better until she wiped the steam off the mirror and saw the bruises on her face. The under eye number was an especially dark purple while the cheekbone had some magenta in it. She found a hair dryer among the towels and dried her hair. Rewinding the cord just as Oz had done, she replaced it in his linen cabinet.
    When she emerged, wearing Oz’ tee shirt and boxers, she discovered that he had turned down the covers for her. The bedside light provided an inviting glow. The only thing missing was chocolate on the pillow.
    She tiptoed to the living room and gazed down at Oz, sleeping curled on his side on the sofa that was too short for his full length. She resisted the urge to touch him, smooth his hair. She tiptoed back to the bedroom and closed the door gently.
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    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    In the morning, Micki nestled in the curve of Oz’ body, his warm muscled length surrounding her. One of his arms provided a pillow for her neck, while the other lay across her torso.
    As she groped her way toward consciousness, a familiar ache filled her chest cavity. This was the thing she’d missed most and the thing that had made it so hard to sleep alone after they’d broken up. Sometime during the night he had crawled in beside her. She suspected it was the uncomfortable sofa that had driven him to be snuggled against her, but it really didn’t matter. He was here and so was she.
    “Good morning,” he said against her neck, sending little sparks to her nerve endings.
    She tried to sound matter-of-fact. “Good morning. Fancy meeting you here.”
    “Yeah, fancy that.” His voice sounded rough and sexy, kick-starting her heart rate.
    “You didn’t molest me. That’s a first.” She felt his laughter resonate through his chest, into her spine, annexing her into him.
    “As far as you know.”
    Micki tried to squirm away from his hardness against her backside. He rolled her onto her back and straddled her hips.
    She tried to keep a straight face but broke into a grin. “I don’t want to wrestle. Get off of me.”
    Oz smirked, pinned her down. “Un unh.” He pulled up the tee shirt and kissed her stomach and ribs, sending shock waves to the center of her being. His tongue circled her navel making her giggle and arch her back.
    Her pulse rate surged. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. She couldn’t become that person again. Her need for Oz couldn’t take over her life again, shoving her into a comfortable little box of happy where her brain ceased to function on its own.
    The voice of reason was quickly drowned out by her own voice whispering, “Oh, Oz.” She buried her fingers in his thick, dark hair.
    He found her lips and kissed her hungrily. A little groan of desire escaped his throat. Sliding his hand into her borrowed boxers, he stroked his fingers between her legs, sending a wave of desire to her core.
    “What the hell is going on here?”
    Oz and Micki jerked apart. He leapt to his feet, grabbed his gun from the holster on the bedside table and pointed it at the intruder. When he recognized the furious woman standing beside the door, he lowered his weapon.
    “Fawn, you shouldn’t be here.” He replaced the gun in its holster.
    “No shit!” She picked up the lamp beside the bed and hurled it at him.
    He ducked and it crashed against the wall.
    “You