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swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat. She hadn’t felt this light or happy in months, maybe even longer, and now he was probing deep. Like the surgeon he was.
    She opened her mouth to answer, then shut it again. What did she truly fear? She had gone through so much recently. Throwing caution to the wind and pushing her inner critic deep inside a box, she spoke without thought, being as honest as possible.
    “I think… feeling like I did last week, again. I never dropped into true despair when my parents died. I had my friends and my horrible ex there to help me. I ignored it and kept moving, I knew my parents would hate for me to mourn them forever. So I kept working, kept living. But last week…” Michelle trailed off, unable to continue. Last week she had wanted to die, literally. And the feeling had shaken her so hard the only alternative had been to run far, far away.
    Rob rubbed her belly gently and she took a deep breath so that she could continue. “Last week, I felt like the very fabric of my life had been ripped apart. I had clung so tightly to him after my parents died, I hadn’t even thought about what would happen if I lost him too.”
    Rob put an arm around her neck and pulled her. She rolled onto his chest and felt the welcome weight of his arms around her, the heavy, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.
    Bliss.
    A sigh escaped her and his arms tightened.
    “I’m sorry you are still feeling so bad, Michelle. You don’t deserve it.”
    Michelle turned her head and kissed the chest that she lay upon.
    “I don’t feel bad anymore. I feel happier than I have in years.” The unguarded comment slipped out just as unconsciousness stretched its fingers up and wrapped around her.
    Rob’s hand stroked down her back in a soothing caress and Michelle slipped down into sleep.

 Five
    Rob opened his eyes. He hadn’t fallen asleep, had he? Michelle was still asleep on top of him, but the clock showed that four hours had passed. Wow, how unusual for him.
    Michelle’s weight and soft breasts against his chest were comforting. Her breath tickled the hairs on his chest. He began to run his hands up and down her smooth back. He couldn’t get enough of touching her at the moment.
    He hadn’t slept with a woman in a long time. Not actually slept with. He did strange hours and never stayed after a date, and that was when he had a date.
    He was so over women with ‘doctor worship’. Women who were vain, selfish and nasty. He met them on a regular basis. Michelle brought out every protective instinct he had because she was so sweet. He wanted to tuck her up into his arms and walk home with her.
    He didn’t want her to leave at all and she wasn’t just going on a holiday. She was moving to England. If he let her get on that plane today, he wouldn’t ever see her again.
    He stroked her back harder, reached down to cup her soft arse and squeezed. His cock stirred beneath her.
    God, he wanted this woman too much.
    “Hmmm,” Michelle began to shimmy and the friction made him harder.
    “Good morning.”
    She lifted her head and stared at him for a moment. Her eyes searched his face and she smiled in a dreamy welcome. “Good morning, Rob.”
    The relief he felt at that exact moment was immense. It highlighted to him how scared he must have been. He hadn’t thought about it, but now he knew fear had been there. Waiting to see how she would react this morning. No alcohol, no clothes.
    She wiggled her hips so that she caressed his erection and Rob moaned. “Don’t start anything you don’t want to finish.”
    Michelle kissed his chest and began to slither downwards.
    Kiss, kiss, kiss. She kept pressing those soft, beautiful lips lower and lower on his torso.
    “Michelle, you don’t need to do that.”
    She had reached his groin now and moved so that she was kneeling between his legs. He bent his knees to give her more room at the same time as his mind reeled back. He really didn’t need her to