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could only handle so much of HGTV, halfway through the second show they both left. They gave hugs and little cheek kisses along with their promises to see me later and reminders to call if I needed them. It was strange to be in the house alone with Luke again, I loved being here like this with him, but felt like a burden at the same time. I hated feeling like a burden.
    At some point, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, the lights were off, the blanket that had been draped over my legs, now covered me up to my shoulders, and Luke was watching Sports Center.
    He felt the shift when I woke, because he pulled me back into him and kissed the top of my hair. I snuggled back down and fell asleep again.
     
    Wednesday morning, I woke in my own bed, still wearing my ruffled top, bra and panties. Nothing else - I wasn’t wearing anything else. I remembered falling asleep on the couch while Luke watched Sports Center, but didn’t recall coming to bed. I’m not such a heavy sleeper that I should have slept through him moving and undressing me.
    Shit! What panties was I wearing? I picked up the blanket to take a look. Oh, thank god! They were dusky pink satin with ivory lace trip in a retro style. I was wearing the matching bra as well, but I didn’t think he’d seen that. I had a strange thing about underwear, they had to be pretty and they had to match. Not only did they have to match each other, they had to match my outfit.
    My bedroom door opened while I still had the sheet lifted and was staring down at my bare legs. I snapped it back down quickly and looked up at Luke’s smiling eyes. I raised a brow and said “I don’t remember going to bed last night.”
    “You were out; I carried you in here just after midnight.” His answer was so nonchalant; I had to question him further, mostly just to pester him.
    “And my skirt; did it fall off on the way?”
    “Nope, I took it off.”
    His smile was full force now as he motioned toward the chair in the corner of my room where I noticed my skirt laying, neatly folded. “I brought you coffee, you might want to take it before you yell at me for stripping you down.”
    Instead of questioning him anymore, I eagerly accepted the coffee, which was perfect. He’d added just the right amounts of cream and sugar.
    “We need to leave in about ninety minutes, wanted to make sure you were awake.”
    “Thanks, I’ll jump in the shower in a few minutes. Do I need to take anything?” I hoped I didn’t need to go into Nolan’s house.
    “No, I’m sure after decisions have been made, one of us can stop in and drop off mementos or pictures we want to use.”
    “Oh, okay, good.” My sigh of relief must have caught his attention because he looked at me more closely.
    “Rory? What’s wrong?”
    I shook my head, not wanting to tell him, but his stern glare had me changing my tune. “I don’t know if I’m ready to go into his house, I know I’ll have to go in and clean it - but I’m not ready.”
    “That’s already been taken care of. Once the investigation was completed I had the crime scene cleaners come in. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll take care of everything, it’s the least I can do.”
    Everything he’d done was wonderful, but I didn’t want him helping me due to some misplaced guilt. “Luke, I can do this stuff - you - I mean, I’m fine, you know, you don’t have to hold my hand.”
    Luke’s eyes narrowed and his stare became more intense. “What the fuck Rory, what’s that about?” Apparently my statement came out more harshly than I’d intended.
    “I don’t want you to help me, or to spend all your time with me because you think you have to. It isn’t your fault Luke, Nolan made his own choices. No matter what either of us could have done, if he was set on ending his life, he would have found a way. Even if you’d gotten there or I’d figured it out and tried to stop him. Don’t take the guilt on yourself. That’s what Nolan