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weary hand through his wet hair where the snowflakes had melted. He
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was tired and acting like a fool. He knew what a flirt Brug was. The
man couldn't help himself. Put a woman in front of him, and he went on
automatic. Adam shouldn't have thought a thing of that scene in the
hall. But he had, and it had unraveled him. Brug's arms around Josy
churned something elemental inside him.
He was losing it; that was all there was to it. Josy had every right
to be angry. He had ordered her around like he would Killer. And she
had obeyed just as badly.
The thought brought a wry smile. Maybe he should see if Suzie could
get a second book when she went to the library. One on training
wives.
He stopped outside Josy's door. He owed her an apology, but no light
shone beneath the crack. After listening hard, he realized there were
no sounds inside. Well, she'd had one heck of a day. For that matter,
so had he. Better if they talked in the morning after they'd both had
some rest.
He went to his own door and entered the room without turning on the
light. In the bathroom, he stripped down and took a quick shower, his
thoughts still on Josy. They'd come close to establishing a new
footing tonight. He still couldn't believe how fast she'd turned him
on.
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Had he blown everything with his stupid reaction to seeing her in
Brug's arms again?
"Face it," he muttered.
"You were jealous." Not surprising, considering what Alyssa had put
him through.
Alyssa had used sex like a weapon. Right from the start, she'd reduced
him to male-animal status with one coy, flirty look. He'd felt
territorial whenever another man came near her. And he'd sworn he'd
never give a woman that sort of power over him again.
He stared at his face in the mirror. Josy and Brug had brought all
sorts of things rushing back. But Josy wasn't Alyssa. And he wasn't
supposed to be feeling these strong emotions about Josy. He would not
fall in love with her. Not now, not ever again. He dropped the towel
on the sink and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. Time for bed. But
he came to a stop several feet away. Someone already occupied one side
of the mattress.
For a moment, he tensed. Then he closed the remaining distance. Josy
lay there, completely dressed and curled around his pillow sound
asleep.
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His first thought was a wild rush of pleasure. She 'd come to him.
Then reality caught up. Her parting shot had told him clearly she had
no intention of sleeping with him tonight. So what was she doing in
his bed?
Waiting for him, obviously. No doubt she'd planned to chew his ear
some more for ordering her around. He deserved it, but it was much too
late to wake her and apologize. He should carry her back to her
room.
Adam hesitated. As he stared at her sleeping form, he knew he wasn't
going to do that, either. He went to the closet for an extra
blanket.
She sighed softly when he covered her, but otherwise didn't move. He
started to look for some pajama bottoms and stopped when he realized
what he was doing. What did it matter what he wore or didn't? As soon
as Josy woke and realized he was in bed with her, she would leave.
Adam slid beneath the sheets and blanket on the other side of the bed,
careful not to jar her, and stared up at the dark ceiling, wondering
when he'd lost his mind. Josy made a soft sound in her sleep and
turned on her side, her slender body spooned against him. He smelled
the clean, fresh scent of her hair, but resisted the urge to touch.
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He didn't want to love her. He really didn't. Love made you
vulnerable, and it didn't last.
Eighteen months ago, he'd thought it could. And she'd disappeared.
Josy shifted restlessly. With a sigh, he rolled over to snug her more
closely against his body. Instantly, she relaxed more deeply into
sleep.
This was going to be a long night.
josy woke slowly, coming out of an electrifying dream to find at least
part of it was real. She was curled against a long hard body--emphasis
on the hard. But it was the large male hand that pinned her to the bed
that caused her to draw in a sharp breath. The broad masculine hand
covered her right breast. Her nipple pressed against her bra and
sweater, pushing itself boldly into that palm. She felt the contact in
every molecule of her body.
Another point of contact pressed boldly into her buttock. Josy held
perfectly still. Adam continued to breathe rhythmically, deeply, his
breath tickling her hair. If she was careful, she could still get out
of his bedroom and salvage her pride.
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