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making coffee, who was no doubt waiting for her to leave her room so that he could
spend the rest of the day tormenting her. The second reason of course being that she
really wasn t sure what to say or how to act around him anymore. Not that she ever
really had, she reluctantly admitted to herself. He clearly had no idea whose bed he d
fallen asleep in last night and she really didn t feel like being there when he figured it
out.
Taking a deep breath, and admittedly sucking in her gut that one too many cupcakes
and brownies may have contributed to, she slowly, oh so slowly started to wiggle her
way out of&
Oh, my God! Did...did he just growl?
Yes, apparently he did, she realized, trying not to panic as his obscenely large arm
tightened around her, holding her hostage and making her realize that there was a
very good chance that he was going to keep her right where she was until he felt like
waking up and letting her go.
That really just wasn t going to work for her.
So, she tried to push his arm away only to once again find herself pulled closer against
him, with him nuzzling her neck and sighing contently as he palmed-
Yup, that was definitely her breast that he was palming.
As she laid there, unable to really move, and let s be honest here, with every passing
second she really didn t want to move out of his arms, she realized that she d just
gotten to second base. Granted, it wasn t on purpose and he d probably be really pissed
off once he realized who he was feeling up, but it was a first for her.
She should definitely be outraged, she tried to tell herself as she finally gave in and
snuggled closer to him, deciding that if she couldn t escape without the aid of the jaws
of life then she might as well enjoy the moment, however short it may be before the
glaring started and she knew that there would be glaring.
There was always glaring&
Whenever he spotted her, whether it was when she was leaving the house, driving
down past the fire house, walking down the street or when he came into her family s
bakery, Dixon s Bakery, he always shot her a glare that told her exactly what he
thought of her, which wasn t a hell of a lot. Again, not that she could blame him since
whenever he made the mistake of being within a hundred feet of her something bad,
and usually scar-worthy, happened to him.
She still felt really bad about that dumpster thing&
She should make one last attempt to get out of this bed, she mused as she snuggled
even closer to him, for warmth of course, and not because she liked the way that he
tightened his arms around her or that incredibly hot groan he released when she did
it. She definitely needed to get going, she reminded herself, thinking of all the cakes,
muffins, donuts and breads that she needed to start preparing for the morning rush.
She should definitely be going, she decided around a yawn as it became increasingly
difficult to keep her eyes open. After another minute of struggling to stay awake she
gave in, closed her eyes and tried not to freak out when he did another one of those
growl thingies.
Was that normal?
Whatever it was, it was actually quite soothing. She d just close her eyes for a little
bit and then she d figure out how to escape before the glaring began.
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Oh, fuck no, he thought, unable to believe just how badly he d fucked up even as he
pulled the small woman that annoyed the living shit out of him closer to him, unable
to help himself.
Christ, she felt so fucking good, he couldn t help but notice as he closed his eyes and
allowed himself to savor the peace that having her in his arms brought him. This was
so wrong, so fucking wrong, but he couldn t help himself. He d never in his life felt
anything so good and for a minute, he didn t give a damn that it was the annoying
little neighbor that made his life a living hell that made him feel like this. He needed
this, needed her and God help him, but he never wanted to let her go.
But he did, because this was all wrong.
This sense of peace wasn t because of her, he told himself as he reluctantly released
her and pulled away. It was the drugs that his father had given him last night. They d
kicked in and knocked him on his ass and unfortunately for him, they d done it when
he was in the bed of the most annoying woman that he d ever had the misfortune of
knowing.
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Good morning, the elderly man sitting at the table, casually holding a gun in his lap,
said with a warm smile that stopped Duncan dead in his tracks and actually scared
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