under to find a job and a place to live before her money ran out.
She hadn't wanted to throw away the leftover pills in case the
nightmare returned. She stared at that little white bottle, her blue eyes
narrowed and catlike, then her eyes flew to the closed bathroom door
again, from which she could hear water running and the sounds of
him moving around. It would be a terrible thing to do, but she was
going to try.
She wondered if she could pull it off.
When Mike emerged a few minutes later, he found her spooning in
fresh coffee grounds into a paper liner in her coffee-maker. He came
and peered over her shoulder for a moment, and she said briefly,
'Getting it ready for breakfast in the morning,' and held her breath.
Her hands were steady, though, as she slid the container into place on
the machine, and since he had said nothing, she turned to face
him.And she received a shock. The actual reality of him sleeping in
the same room with her had not really surfaced into her busy thoughts
until then, and she stared at him with wide eyes. He had on a light pair
of cotton pyjama bottoms and absolutely nothing else, his brown
smooth muscled chest bare, as were his feet. Her eyes bounced down
him and then away. His were trained on her face and he murmured
amusedly, 'Be thankful I've made the concession of wearing the
bottoms. I usually wear nothing.'
Dee didn't say anything. What was there to say? With an effort, she
tore her gaze away from that bare, surprisingly attractive chest and
walked determinedly over to her closet, drawing out two blankets and
throwing them at him. He caught them deftly. 'That's all I have,' she
said quickly. 'You'll have to make do with those.'
'I'll be fine.' He squatted down and began to lay them out, and for the
life of her she couldn't keep from staring at the smooth, graceful lines
of his body clearly revealed. The line of his powerful back curved
down to the leanness of his slim hips, and both legs looked
underneath the thin cloth to be well shaped, muscular. She knew from
experience how powerful those legs were. If he had been anywhere
near her, she knew she would never have had a prayer of outrunning
him, let alone getting as far as she did. He was so very quick, and that
was a lot of motive power, moving such bulk so swiftly. She turned
again, jerkily, and grabbed her own night clothes from her nearby
dresser, heading for the bathroom with a muffled, 'Excuse me.' He
had to stand to let her past.
In the privacy of the bathroom, she viciously brushed her small teeth
as she mentally cursed her wide eyes and nervous thumping heart.
Sure, she had no experience with living closely with a man, and she
had been sheltered during her upbringing and had rarely made friends
with the opposite sex, but that didn't account for the wild pounding of
her heart and the acute awareness that she was feeling for this man.
He was obviously a mature, fully grown male, and an attractive one at
that, and that was all. She could control herself better, she knew she
could. There was nothing special about this man. There was nothing
special at all.
Except for the fact that he was the most intelligent, intuitive, capable
man she had ever met. There were few people that Dee actually felt
intimidated by, but he was one of them, for he could out-think her,
and he could outwit her if she wasn't careful. She was beginning to
see that it was a compliment to her own intelligence that it had taken
him as long as nine months to find her, not a compliment to his that he
found her in only that amount of time.
She slid her long nightshirt over her slim shoulders and frowned
ferociously into the slightly distorted mirror on the wall. Well, all that
meant was that she was going to have to think harder, dig way down
and really use her brains for the first time in a long time. The only
reason why he had found her in the first place was because she had
underestimated him and relaxed her
She hadn't wanted to throw away the leftover pills in case the
nightmare returned. She stared at that little white bottle, her blue eyes
narrowed and catlike, then her eyes flew to the closed bathroom door
again, from which she could hear water running and the sounds of
him moving around. It would be a terrible thing to do, but she was
going to try.
She wondered if she could pull it off.
When Mike emerged a few minutes later, he found her spooning in
fresh coffee grounds into a paper liner in her coffee-maker. He came
and peered over her shoulder for a moment, and she said briefly,
'Getting it ready for breakfast in the morning,' and held her breath.
Her hands were steady, though, as she slid the container into place on
the machine, and since he had said nothing, she turned to face
him.And she received a shock. The actual reality of him sleeping in
the same room with her had not really surfaced into her busy thoughts
until then, and she stared at him with wide eyes. He had on a light pair
of cotton pyjama bottoms and absolutely nothing else, his brown
smooth muscled chest bare, as were his feet. Her eyes bounced down
him and then away. His were trained on her face and he murmured
amusedly, 'Be thankful I've made the concession of wearing the
bottoms. I usually wear nothing.'
Dee didn't say anything. What was there to say? With an effort, she
tore her gaze away from that bare, surprisingly attractive chest and
walked determinedly over to her closet, drawing out two blankets and
throwing them at him. He caught them deftly. 'That's all I have,' she
said quickly. 'You'll have to make do with those.'
'I'll be fine.' He squatted down and began to lay them out, and for the
life of her she couldn't keep from staring at the smooth, graceful lines
of his body clearly revealed. The line of his powerful back curved
down to the leanness of his slim hips, and both legs looked
underneath the thin cloth to be well shaped, muscular. She knew from
experience how powerful those legs were. If he had been anywhere
near her, she knew she would never have had a prayer of outrunning
him, let alone getting as far as she did. He was so very quick, and that
was a lot of motive power, moving such bulk so swiftly. She turned
again, jerkily, and grabbed her own night clothes from her nearby
dresser, heading for the bathroom with a muffled, 'Excuse me.' He
had to stand to let her past.
In the privacy of the bathroom, she viciously brushed her small teeth
as she mentally cursed her wide eyes and nervous thumping heart.
Sure, she had no experience with living closely with a man, and she
had been sheltered during her upbringing and had rarely made friends
with the opposite sex, but that didn't account for the wild pounding of
her heart and the acute awareness that she was feeling for this man.
He was obviously a mature, fully grown male, and an attractive one at
that, and that was all. She could control herself better, she knew she
could. There was nothing special about this man. There was nothing
special at all.
Except for the fact that he was the most intelligent, intuitive, capable
man she had ever met. There were few people that Dee actually felt
intimidated by, but he was one of them, for he could out-think her,
and he could outwit her if she wasn't careful. She was beginning to
see that it was a compliment to her own intelligence that it had taken
him as long as nine months to find her, not a compliment to his that he
found her in only that amount of time.
She slid her long nightshirt over her slim shoulders and frowned
ferociously into the slightly distorted mirror on the wall. Well, all that
meant was that she was going to have to think harder, dig way down
and really use her brains for the first time in a long time. The only
reason why he had found her in the first place was because she had
underestimated him and relaxed her
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