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to use a certain muscle for a specific function.
    Enabling her newfound skill, she said, “There’s an interview with a groupie here that says you only lasted like two seconds in the sack. How humiliating for you.” Nothing.
    Addison knew it worked then, because even Rhys, with his monstrous ego, would’ve found the need to defend himself against the perceived threat to his manhood.
    She released the hold. “I looove that I can block you now. Ha ha! Sucker!” How do you know you did? he responded smugly.
    “Because there was no way you would have let me talk about your…” She cleared her throat. “Well, yeah…there was no way you would’ve let that slide.” My what?
    “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased with a laugh.
    As a matter of fact, I’m thinking yeah…I’d like to know what your devious little mind just came up with.
    “Devious?” She grinned wide. “I kinda like the sound of that.” He chuckled. Well, good. It sounds like we’ve both figured out how to get a little privacy in our heads. It’s about damn time.
    “Agreed.”

Chapter Four

    A couple of days was all it took for Addison and Rhys to master being able to block their thoughts from the other. There was only one hang up; it was one way. Addison could block her thoughts from Rhys, but it didn’t stop him from barging into her head with his own. And vice versa. Still, it was a vast improvement from before.
    Addison was lying in her bed as she mused about their connect. She automatically blocked her thoughts when she let her mind wander now, the reaction a pure reflex in self-preservation.
    Rhys was well aware of when she was holding the link closed, just as she knew when he did, but they’d come to respect each other’s privacy in that respect.
    As she drifted off, Addison wondered what Rhys heard when she was sleeping. Did she continue blocking him, or did she let it go when her mind shut down for the night? What if she snored? Would he hear it? She wasn’t very comfortable with that last thought and hesitantly opened the link to him.
    “Rhys?”
    Mmmm. He sounded lazy, relaxed. And for whatever reason, she pictured his big, strong body all kicked back into a mass of fluffy pillows…with his shirt off, a hint of stubble across his jaw, dark hair tousled, and a deep sensuality shadowing his eyes as he flipped the top button of his jeans open…
    She quickly squashed the image, and the quiver threatening to set up shop in her belly.
    “Umm…do you sleep when I sleep?”
    Sort of, but not really. I guess it’s kinda like a state of alternate consciousness. She felt a brief burst of energy, a jolt spearing through him. Man, that’d be a cool-ass album name. Write that down. Could you write that down?
    She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll write it down.” The man couldn’t stay focused if his life—or spirit, rather—depended on it. “Back to my question… What’s it like for you? When I sleep, I mean.”
    She turned on her side, grimacing from the pressure to her abdomen. She was getting better, but it was still tender.
    You okay? His concern flooded over her, a soothing feeling, like imaginary hands gliding down, checking her for injury.

    “I’m fine.” She snuggled in, comforted by his presence. “Will you tell me?” She felt another mental check of her body, and then the sensation of him easing back as he contemplated her question.
    I’m not sure… It’s not like a void really, but it’s empty. You know what it reminds me of?
    Like sleeping on the tour bus; you know you’re not alone, but there’s silence all around you.
    She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand as she mumbled, “Do you get lonely when I sleep?” She hoped he didn’t, but if he did, she’d find a way to keep him company. Somehow.
    Naw. I know you’re there. And sometimes I get flashes of what you’re dreaming.
    Her eyes popped open. Normally she didn’t remember her dreams, so she couldn’t possibly know what he might