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the moment as it was. Very soon, he would be gone and there would be nothing to treasure.
    Honor rolled over and reached for Seth. When her hand met a cold space where his body had been, she sat up and looked around. Dawn was creeping through the windows, casting the bedroom in a grayish tint. The room seemed empty without Seth’s overpowering presence. Tilting her head, she listened. No sounds in the shower. He must be in the kitchen, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. One of the many things she loved about Seth was his voracious need to read. She’d grown up getting lost in autobiographies and novels of all kinds. She loved that they had that in common.
    Dropping back onto the bed, she stretched and smiled at the delicious little aches in certain muscles. Last night had been beyond wonderful. Sex with Seth was always spectacular. Last night it had been just as amazing, but different, too. There had been an element of need in him she’d never felt before. The connection they’d shared seemed almost otherworldly.
    Honor rolled her eyes at her thoughts. Here she was sighing and getting all gooey over what had most definitely been Seth’s way to stop her from asking questions. She should resent the manipulation, but she couldn’t. Resenting such an incredible experience would definitely be in the territory of “cutting off her nose to spite her face.” Besides, they’d have plenty of time to talk today. It was Sunday, and they had nothing planned other than spending it together. Sundays were their special day—the only day of the week they reserved exclusively for each other.
    The quietness of the apartment suddenly disturbed her. And if Seth had made coffee, why couldn’t she smell it? Bounding from the bed, she grabbed a robe from the hook on the door and pulled it on as she went to the kitchen—the empty kitchen.
    Telling herself there could be any number of reasons why he’d left without waking her or at least leaving a note, she nevertheless wandered throughout the apartment looking for one. Nothing. It was as if he’d never been there.
    First coffee, and then she would phone him. Maybe he’d gotten called back to the restaurant unexpectedly. She was making excuses for him, she knew that, but after last night, how could she not? Their lovemaking had always been passionate, beyond wonderful. Last night they’d reached a closeness she’d never thought it was possible to reach with another human being. Totally in tune with each other’s bodies, each other’s needs. A phenomenal experience she’d never forget and one she hoped to repeat often.
    The vibration of her cellphone pulled her from dreamy, lustful thoughts. Hating the intrusion of reality, she grabbed up the device. Maybe it was Seth explaining why he wasn’t here. “Stone,” she said.
    “Your boyfriend’s been cleared of all charges.”
    Her heart leaped with relief. She had known there was nothing to the charges. Seth committing murder was almost laughable. She was glad it was over, though, not only for his sake, but hers, too. Dating a murder suspect wouldn’t exactly look good on her record.
    “Did they catch the murderer?”
    “Don’t know.”
    “Do you know any details of why they dropped the charges on Seth?”
    “No.”
    She recognized a certain tone in Dudley’s voice. He wasn’t that hard to read when something was bothering him. “There’s something else. What is it?”
    “Nothing other than I can’t get anything on why they no longer consider him a suspect. Just seems too damn hush-hush for my liking.”
    Honor was used to his suspicious nature … it went along with the job. But when it came to this, there was no need to be suspicious. No matter how much circumstantial evidence, Seth as a murder suspect had never made any sense to her. She was glad Houston PD had seen that, too.
    “I’m just happy it’s over.”
    “Hmm.”
    The reply wasn’t a rousing endorsement, but she hadn’t really expected anything