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    Biting his tongue to stifle a groan, he sat up. The darkness disoriented him, so he closed his eyes and tried to get his bearings. Since he didn’t hear any movement, he figured everyone else was still asleep.
    He rotated his neck until it popped a few times, relieving some of the pressure. Moving his shoulders, he rolled them to ease their stiffness then arched his back until it cracked.
    His stomach rumbled and he thought about rummaging through Kyle’s fridge—
    A soft snuffle from the other end of the U-shaped couch made his eyes pop open.
    Tira lay curled in a ball, facing away from him. Her beautiful blonde hair shone like moonlight in the dark. She was covered completely in drab gray sweats, which made him long to see the creamy white skin he knew was beneath.
    Shit, yesterday had been fucked up. But they’d made it back. Alive.
    He knew Kyle would have woken him if anything had happened to Nic so he figured Nic was sleeping as well. And Kaine.
    He had no idea what had happened to the eteri and didn’t really care.
    But Tira… She sighed in her sleep but the closer he listened, the more he thought he heard her sniffling.
    Was she crying in her sleep?
    Hell, she should just take a dull spoon and cut out his heart right now.
    She’d thought he’d been asleep while she’d been drying his hair earlier. Almost, but not quite. How could he sleep when she had her hands on him?
    He’d wanted her to continue for as long as she wanted because if she’d known he was awake, she never would’ve done it.
    And he’d enjoyed it too damn much.
    What he couldn’t figure out was why. Why had she touched him like he was her lover?
    Why, when she’d thought he was asleep, did her hands linger, her fingers playing through his hair as if she loved the feel of it?
    Was he insane to even consider that maybe her feelings for him had changed after all these years? That she still might love him, even though he’d done his best to push her away?
    And could he touch her knowing Nic never could?
    As her cries became more pronounced, Duke couldn’t sit still any longer. He crossed the space between the couches, dragging the blanket along with him. He was naked and he didn’t want her to wake and think he was taking advantage of her.
    Without over-thinking it, he sat next to her, pulled the blanket over his lower body then, as gently as he could, lifted her onto his lap and into his arms. He almost expected her to fight him, so he kept a loose grip on her.
    He shouldn’t have worried.
    She tucked her head under his chin as if she knew exactly where it belonged. She sighed, and the tears she’d been crying stopped with a sharp sniffle. Her entire body relaxed and her warm breath ruffled the hair on his chest and sent a sharp spike of desire from his chest to his cock.
    Her ass shifted on his thigh as she wriggled closer, one hand rubbing from his pec to his shoulder and higher into his hair, where she wound her fingers around the longer-than-normal strands.
    “Duke.”
    His name whispered from her lips, and his arms tightened around her in shock. He would’ve thought it’d be Nic she was dreaming about. Because she was still asleep. She wasn’t faking that.
    How the hell—
    No, you know what? Fuck it. He could admit, if only to himself, that he loved to hear her say his name. Especially like this. Not in exasperation or anger. But as if she cared for him. As if they were lovers.
    With one arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close, he lifted his other hand to brush through her silky hair. Her face still wet with tears, he let his fingers wipe them away.
    “It’s okay, Tira,” he whispered against her crown, his lips brushing her hair. “Everything’s okay now.”
    “No. No.”
    Damn, what could he do to calm her? He didn’t want to wake her because he was a bastard who wanted to hold her.
    She was shaking in his arms and burrowing closer as if she were cold. The air in the room was a little chilly but she