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duty as a pillow, it’s staying put.”
    “It’s mine.”
    He shrugged. “You’re not using it.”
    Her hands opened and then clasped into fists. “That
doesn’t give you the right to take it.”
    He tipped his hat down over his eyes to hide his
smile. No, it didn’t, but as he didn’t think she’d be leaving without it, using
it as a pillow was another way to insure she stayed put. “The oldest law in the
world gives me the right.”
    “And that would be?”
    “Might makes right.”
    She spluttered and fussed. He could hear her angry
breaths and the shuffling of her feet. “If you kick me, I’m going to kiss you.”
    The shuffling stopped. “You’re insane.”
    “Nah, just tired.”
    He reached up and caught her hand. The fineness of her
bones sharpened his desire. She was the complete opposite of him. All softness
and talk. He tugged. She tumbled against him with a squeal of outrage.
    “Good thing none of those Sanctuary hounds are
anywhere near here, or we’d be lab bait for sure, what with you making all that
noise.”
    In reality, he’d soundproofed the chamber with one of
Slade’s discreet little devices. For an ex-outlaw and saddle bum, his brother
had turned out to be quite the scientist.
    “It might be preferable.”
    He didn’t dignify that with a response. She wiggled
and wormed for what seemed like forever, teasing his libido with the feel of
her breasts and hips rubbing against his chest and hip. His cock hardened. His
senses focused. He held his breath. She kept wiggling. He swore under his
breath at the hot, sweet torture.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Trying to get comfortable.” Another contortion and
she picked something up and threw it. It bounced off the wall and hit his boot.
A stone.
    Clearly he wasn’t going to get any sleep until she was
settled. He angled his arm under her head. His hand fell naturally to the small
of her back, her cheek to the hollow of his shoulder. Her breath hit his chest
in moist puffs he could feel through his thin cotton shirt. Arousal started a
thick chug though his system. Shit, it was going to be a long eight hours.
    She pushed at his side. “This isn’t exactly an
improvement.”
    He couldn’t agree with her more. With her sexy little
body snuggled up to his, the chances of him getting a decent rest were somewhere
between zero and zilch. “Tough.”
    She wiggled this way and that for a minute or two more
and then she rose to her elbow. “I need my blanket.”
    She reached past his face. Her unique scent covered
him, along with her body, as she fished in the backpack. She knocked his hat
askew with her elbow as she tugged.
    “Can’t you just adjust your body temperature?” he
asked, pushing his hat back.
    “I’m not good at that.”
    From where he sat, she wasn’t good at a lot of things
that were commonplace for a vampire.
    “Then a blanket isn’t going to cover it.” The cave was
dark and dank, the floor cold. If she couldn’t adjust her body temperature,
she’d be an icicle by morning. He rolled onto his side. From there it just took
a matter of anchoring her thigh to his and then rolling back, giving her a
little “umph” with his right arm to pop her the rest of the way on top of him.
She landed a bit higher than he planned. Her breasts pressed into his cheek. He
slid her down, setting his jaw against the urge to open his mouth against that
softness and test it with his fangs. Raisa gasped. Before she could explode in
outrage, he put his hands on her hips and drew her down. With one hand, he
clamped her cheek to his chest, letting her kick and struggle as he reached
over his head. It took several yanks, but he eventually got the blanket out. It
was wool and soft from frequent use. He tossed it over her, releasing her cheek
to tuck it in around her. “There. Now you can sleep.”
    She grunted, her anger palpable. “This is not a step
up.”
    “You’re warm.”
    “It’s outrageous.”
    He settled his hat down over his