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from a mug that said ‘organized people are just too lazy to look for things’ and munching on a piece of toast. He chuckled at her consternation and pulled down another mug and filled it. She wished she’d taken the time to dry her long hair instead of leaving it wet and loose around her shoulders. Paired with her pale features without a speck of makeup and she probably looked like Dracula’s sister.
    “You have a potty mouth in the morning. Do you want some toast with that?”
    Her stomach lurched at the thought of putting food in it but bread might soak up some of the acid that was currently eating away at the lining.
    “Thank you, maybe one piece,” she conceded. “And I have a potty mouth all day long. I was just hiding it because you were a guest. Why are you still here? I thought you would have gone to the hotel last night.”
    He’d obviously made himself at home in her kitchen. He popped a slice of bread into the toaster as she sipped her coffee and rummaged in the cabinet for a few tablets. This headache wasn’t going to go away by itself.
    “I couldn’t leave you when you were like that. What if you tried to get up in the middle of the night and hurt yourself? What if you got sick and choked?”
    She leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the cabinet and sighed. “Wow, you’re a real optimist aren’t you? None of that even occurred to me. I got drunk. I passed out. If I’d woken up puking I guess it would have been a fitting punishment.”
    “Are you looking for these?” Reed held out the bottle of ibuprofen. “As for being punished, I think the way you feel is punishment enough. I tried to make it not so bad by making you drink water so you wouldn’t wake up dehydrated.”
    “It helped.” Kaylee tossed back a couple of tablets with a gulp of scalding hot coffee. “Thank you, by the way. I’m mortified but grateful you were there.”
    She kept her gaze firmly on her coffee cup. The mind-blowing kiss they’d shared was sadly still front and center in her memory. It would probably end up in her new book.
    “You’re welcome,” he said, refilling his own mug. “You said you don’t drink much.”
    “I think the last time was probably New Year’s Eve. I had a couple of glasses of champagne and woke up with a headache. This headache.”
    “What made you drink last night?”
    Reed snagged the now golden piece of bread from the toaster and placed it on a plate before handing it to her. She bit into it—no butter or honey—and let it melt on her tongue. She was surprisingly hungry. She was also not so naive that she was going to admit that he reminded her of her male characters. Her best course of action was to pretend nothing happened.
    “I know you need to get on the road,” she said instead, still avoiding eye contact. “I shouldn’t keep you any longer. You have places to go. I do thank you, though. For everything. My home is like Fort Knox now.”
    “A single woman living on her own should be careful.” Reed placed his mug on the counter. “You do seem fine so I think I will get going. You sure you’ll be okay?”
    “Positive.” She lifted her head so he could see her give him a reassuring smile. “Once I finish this cup I’ll be as right as rain. Do you have far to drive?”
    “I’m heading to Florida.” Reed tipped his head back and drained his coffee. “By myself it will probably take me a couple of days. I don’t like driving sleepy. When I stop I’ll just try for a place that has some local flavor. Do some sightseeing. I’m in no hurry.”
    “That’s smart,” she said, trying to sound more pulled together than she actually was. “Driving tired—that is when accidents happen.”
    He placed his cup in the sink. “I know. I’m a cop, remember?” he teased. “I’ll call Logan and Ava this morning and let them know that everything is fine. Be sure to call the police and file a report. Today.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Kaylee wasn’t planning on arguing with