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say.”
    He
glared, a muscle flexing in his lean cheek as he clenched his teeth.  “Stop
being stubborn and come here!  You wish to sleep, do you not?”
    I
made my way to the bed with dragging steps.  “Fine, but I swear to God, if you
try to molest me again I will kill you.”  I stopped at the side of the bed and
stood looking down on him, hands on hips.
    He
laughed.  “Believe me.  That is the farthest thing from my mind.”  I didn’t
know how to take that.  Switching off the bedside lamp, I slipped into bed and
turned on my side, facing away from him.   This so isn’t going to work , I
thought, adjusting my pillow.  If I was too keyed up to sleep, having a crazy,
drugged-up whacko sitting on the bed next to me certainly wasn’t going to help.
    I
was tense and restless, entirely too conscious of the man sitting just a few
inches away.  I expected him to do something- I don’t know what, but something
weird.  Instead, he just sat there quietly, not moving, barely breathing.  I
was surprised when eyelids grew heavy and my breathing slow.  Maybe I was more
tired than I had thought.
    I
tried to roll over and tell Leith that he could leave now, but I couldn’t seem
to muster up the energy to move.  “Sleep well,” he said softly, his deep voice
reverberating in my head.
    I
slept.

Chapter 3
    I woke to a
jarring beep that grated on my nerves.  Acting out of habit, I rolled over
automatically and thwacked the alarm clock, silencing it.  I stretched and considered
going back to sleep.  I’d been having an interesting dream before I was so
rudely awakened.  Something about blue eyes and deep blue water.  I sat up in
sudden realization as my sleep-fogged brain sharpened and joined me in the here
and now.
    I
made my way out to the living room, part of me still hoping I had dreamed the
whole thing.  I stopped halfway there.  Leith had donned the jeans I bought
him.  They were a little loose in the waist, but they clung to his glorious ass
like a second skin as he lean against the counter.  He was also wearing one of
the t-shirts.  I knew it would have the Ferrari logo prancing across the front,
but I was admiring the way the soft cotton stretched across his wide shoulders
as he fumbled with the fish tank light.  He was studying the little tank as if
it held some sort of treasure.
    “Is
this fish your pet?”  He didn’t look up from his perusal of the fat gold
glutton.
    “Oh
good morning to you too,” I said with a sigh.  Cat twined around my legs and
yowled.  I went to the cupboard and got him a can of food.
    Leith
straightened and turned to face me.  “Why do you keep this thing?  Wouldn’t it
be happier in a lake?”
    Oh,
right… almost forgot he was crazy.  I turned my back and headed to the
bathroom.  It was way too early for this crap.
    When
I emerged- clean, dressed, and much more awake- Leith was feeding bits of bread
to the goldfish.  I silently set the little container of fish food on the
counter near him and opened the refrigerator to get the milk.  I had planned to
make him eggs, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  I’m not a morning
person.  I’m also a terrible cook.  Reports, problem clients, and insurance
companies I could do with one arm tied behind my back.  Omelets that weren’t
stuck to the bottom of the pan, brown on one side and runny on the other- not
so much.
    I
jumped when Leith’s deep voice spoke from right by my shoulder.  “Is this for
me?”  He snaked out a long arm and grabbed the container of sushi, then
straightened and stood looking down at me expectantly.
    “You
really want fish for breakfast?”
    He
nodded, his blue eyes twinkling.  “This is fresher than what we ate yesterday….though
it has something added to it.”  He sniffed the tray and I grimaced in distaste.
    “Help
yourself,” I said, trying not to laugh.   What a nut case .
    “What
will you eat?”  He watched me get out the milk and cereal, looking as