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he means to say is that we understand how busy you are in this crazy weather and how much we appreciate you bringing this out.”
    The woman smiled, which probably wasn’t the best thing for her lips if the dried blood was any indication. “You are the first person to say something like that.” The glare returned for Tig. “You need to keep her around.”  She left before he could voice his agreement.
    “I never pegged you for the ‘nice to strangers’ sort. You know, after the freezing and complete disregard for other peoples’ time in the airport.”
    “That was different.”
    “How?”
    “It just was.”
    “Does different mean convenient? Not that I’m judging. I’m quite proud.”
    “You’re not doing yourself any favors. Look, that woman is responsible for who gets what and when. She’s not the one we need to be ticking off right now.  There’s a time for honey, a time for—”
    “Handcuffs?”
    Their laughter continued through dinner, dessert and finally a super late appetizer. She kept drinking, but he wouldn’t stop her. Didn’t want to. Even as she burped and hiccupped through her giggles. He couldn’t think of any situation where he’d try to dissuade her from doing whatever she wanted. Her every wish, present, future, unspoken and forever, was his command. He just had to make sure she felt the same way.
    For the moment though, she wasn’t feeling much at all. She was a cute drunk, but a loud one and he walked up his check to get them out of there that much quicker. In her wake were tossed condiment shakers, dropped nachos and a very angry, busted-lipped teenager.
    She was snoring by the time he put the card in their door upstairs. Someone had thrown her bag in the corner, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate him rummaging through it. Instead, he slipped off her shoes, placed her under the blankets and slid in next to her for a long and excruciatingly hard night.

Chapter Five
    T he first thing she did was touch her legs. She hadn’t shaved above her knees in days and things weren’t looking so hot. An immediate slowing of her heart rate accompanied her hands meeting fabric. The tights were still in place.
    He’d been a gentleman and she’d been a lady. Mostly. At least she remained clothed and the twin wooly mammoths, undiscovered. She should try to slide out the bed and take care of her sasquatchian predicament, but a massive, warm arm held her pinioned.
    Its owner had something else heavy and warm too. It bumped against her hip and she had to bite her lip to keep from wiggling against it.
    Lip biting was hard.
    So was he.
    Wiggling was easy.
    So was she. This was a lot more fun that staring at the painting across the room.
    “Mmmm, good morning to you, Dinah.”
    “Sorry, just stretching.”
    “Liar. Feeling okay? No hangover?”
    “I feel fine. Kinda.”
    “Good.” The hand that held her sunk lower until it reached her knee. He hoisted her leg up and over his. The next thing she felt was his hand warm against her exposed flesh. Crotchless tights were going to be a permanent fixture in her life. “I have to make sure that all of yesterday actually happened. Don’t move.”
    His fingers circled her clit, but she knew what that would lead to. Naked time. Hairy, naked times. “Wait. Why don’t you order us some breakfast? I need to hop in the shower.”
    She slunk out of bed fast enough to catch his warmed faced wincing. “That wasn’t an invitation to join you, was it?”
    “No.”
    “Right. Okay. Uh, yeah, I’ll order us something up.”
    The man looked like the last kid picked in dodgeball. Poor creature, but she couldn’t tell him she had a litter on her legs. One day this would be a hilarious story to tell.  For now, she had a forest to fall and she hoped there was a complementary ax in the bathroom strong enough to handle the job.
    She washed.
    She exfoliated.
    She scrubbed.
    She giggled.
    There was lots and lots of giggling. This didn’t happen to her. Other