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asking me to sleep beside you?”
    “No,” she whispered, shaking her head in denial.
    “You definitely did. I told you ‘no,’ but you tried to shove yourself onto this tiny-ass couch with me. We didn’t fit.”
    “You cuss a lot.”
    “You don’t cuss enough,” he countered, one dark eyebrow jacked up in a challenge.
    “I don’t remember any of that. But…admittedly, I also don’t remember sleeping that soundly in…well…a couple years. What are you writing?”
    “Nothing,” he said with a frown at the paper he was crumpling up in his hands.
    “Let me see it.”
    “It was just a goodbye note. Doesn’t matter. Now I can tell you goodbye myself. So, goodbye.” He stood, abandoning his coffee.
    He couldn’t leave! Not after last night. Not like this. She didn’t know his number, or where he lived. “I have to get another night’s sleep like that!” she blurted out, tripping over the crumpled comforter that had ensnared her legs like an anaconda. With a yelp, she went down hard, nostrils first. But just before she hit the ground, Dalton was there, yanking her up from a painful fate.
    “Dammit, Kate, wait until your legs are working, woman.”
    “You blurred.” Shoot, she hadn’t meant to say that. “You’re fast. Really fast. Were you in track in high school?” Good cover, now laugh at your joke. She let off an insane giggle as he stared down at her like she’d lost her mind. This was going awesome. “Can you spend the night tonight?” She groaned and clamped her hands over her mouth.
    Dalton released his grip on her shoulders and patted her wild hair carefully, his face stoic. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because you snore like a freight train.”
    An offended sound worked its way up her throat. “I do not.”
    “No, you don’t,” he admitted through a grin.
    “It’s just…” She took a steadying breath and blinked her eyes slowly, making them nice and round like her sister did when she wanted to get her way. Dalton didn’t look impressed so she stopped with the owl eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Double shoot, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Clearing her throat primly, she muttered, “I don’t sleep well.”
    “I have my own cabin to sleep at while I’m in town, Kate, and trust me when I say, it’s safer for both of us if we say goodbye here and forget about each other.”
    There was warning in his voice, so she dared a glance up at his face, then back down his taut chest and flexing abs. Her thoughts muddied.
    “Kate.”
    “Hmmm?”
    “To have a conversation, you have to actually respond.”
    She crossed her arms tighter over her free-jiggling boobs. “Well then put on a darned shirt.”
    Dalton snorted and shook his head as he turned for his sweater that was draped over the back of the old ladder-back chair by the front door. “I don’t know why me not having a shirt on bothers you now. You were petting me like a housecat all damned night.”
    “Language!”
    “You language! The word darned offends me.” His eyes sparked with amusement when he glanced back at her angry face, the oaf.
    “I was not petting you. Right?” She stared at the rumpled comforter on the bed, trying to remember, but all she could recall was blissful sleep. She should sniff his pillow. It probably smelled like him. Yummy.
    “You definitely were petting me, and it was hard to sleep.”
    “Men like petting.”
    “Men don’t like lying there trying to be good and respectful with a raging boner, lady.”
    She gasped. “Dalton!”
    “Look,” he muttered, pulling his sweater down to cover his abs. “I’m not good for you or anyone else. A man like me doesn’t pair up well.”
    “I’m not asking you to pair up with me, just sleep with me! No, that’s not what I mean. Just sleep with me. You know. Beside me? As two separate beings, just sleeping. Together. In the same general vicinity. On the same bed. Or in the same apartment, which