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kidding? He looked sexy as all hell.
    She jammed her eyes closed, but it was too late. The image of all that smooth, golden skin had seared itself onto her brain. She listened as he moved around for a few minutes then flicked the light off. The weight on her feet, where the spare blanket lay, lifted and then it went quiet, as they both settled in to sleep.
    As the darkness pressed in around her, her other senses heightened, and every one of them seemed to zero in on the male sitting in a chair at the end of the bed. She became acutely aware of his presence—every exhale, every little movement. She could picture him sprawled there, moonlight highlighting every ridge and bulge on his bare chest, the play of muscles as he moved.
    Her own breathing started to come faster, her body reacting in unwanted ways. Burying her face in the pillow, she tried to drown him out. Instead she got a lungful of his addictive, arousing scent.
    Flipping onto her back, she shoved her hair off her face. “Would you cut it out?” She growled into the darkness.
    “What am I doing?”
    The jerk actually sounded sleepy, like he’d been asleep or close. Great, she was laying there all but panting from just the smell of him, and he was completely unaffected. She winced, not sure what to say. “I—I can hear you breathing,” she snapped.
    He laughed, soft and low. “Not much I can do about that, Sugar.”
    “Well, try.” Yeah, she sounded like an idiot, but it was too late to take it back now.
    There was a shuffling sound and the chair creaked a couple times. “You want some company? I could help you relax if you’re having trouble sleeping.” The rough edge to his voice hit her low in her belly.
    “Like hell,” she muttered, hating that she sounded all breathy and needy when she’d been aiming for pissed and disgusted.
    “You know where to find me if you change your mind. Sleep well, Delaney.”
    “Sleep with one eye open, asshole.”
    He laughed again, but this time there was nothing soft about it.
    Bastard.

Chapter 4
    Fletcher watched Delaney sleep in the dappled morning light. Wild curls spread across his pillow, thick lashes resting against her cheeks, lips slightly parted, soft.
    Fucking beautiful.
    He wanted to go to her, climb in beside her. The need to feel her skin against his was so fierce he ached.
    She stiffened, tossing and turning as a whimper broke past her lips. She was having a nightmare. He kneeled down beside the bed and ran the back of his knuckles across her soft, warm cheek.
    “Laney, Sugar?” He continued to speak in a soft tone, trying to ease her awake, but her struggles increased. “Laney?”
    She gasped and shot up into a sitting position, eyes unfocused. “Fletch.” His name tore from her throat, raw and full of pain.
    He gripped her shoulders. “I’m here, baby.”
    The sleepy haze lifted and those golden eyes focused on him. “Why didn’t you come for me?”
    He struggled for words, where to begin. His hesitation was obviously several seconds too long for Laney. She shoved his hands away.
    “I need the bathroom.” Scrambling off the bed, she pushed past him and waited while he unchained her. Then all but ran to the bathroom and shut herself in.
    A few seconds later the shower came on.
    She took her time and Fletch was so close to going in after her when she finally came out. Without a word, she sat on the edge of the bed, threaded the loose chain through the leg of her jeans and pulled them on. He noted she kept on his t-shirt, which made him insanely happy. What he didn’t like was how quiet she was. When she was ready, she silently followed him into the living room.
    He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Laney…look…”
    “No. It’s fine. I’ll just hang around until you decide to man the hell up and tell me what’s going on. Obviously my feelings mean squat to you. Everything’s on your terms right, Fletcher?” She laughed, a bitter sound he’d never heard from her before. He