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weren’t any less than hers.
“I know you don’t. And I’m not going to lay them out now. Maybe one day—”
With a harsh sigh, she pushed away from him, rolling onto her other side so she faced away from him.
“This dream sucks. Just like real life. Wonder what that says about my crappy life.”
God damn it. Every word out of her mouth drove the stiletto she’d stuck in his heart just a little deeper.
And then he heard her sniffle.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the fuck did he do now?
Lying down beside her, he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her close again. Which just seemed to make her cry even harder. But she cried without making a sound and that made him feel even worse than if she’d sobbed at loud decibels.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Don’t fucking cry. I can’t fucking stand it.”
She sniffed. “You can’t fucking stand me, can you? No, you can’t. I just don’t know what I did to make you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you, Dorrie. I can’t hate you.”
Her crying jag ended with a hiccup. “I really wish that were true.”
And he really wished he could tell her when she wasn’t drunk and half asleep. Or when his desire for her wasn’t riding him like a freight train barreling down the track.
Hell, she probably wouldn’t even remember her dream tomorrow morning.
And he’d want her to remember. Would want her to remember every kiss, every breath, every touch, every time he stroked inside her and every orgasm he gave her.
He wanted there to be multiples.
Probably should stop thinking about sex if you want to get out of here without breaking any laws.
But he couldn’t make himself get up and leave her alone in the dark.
So he hoped like hell that she wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning and pulled her back into the cradle of his body and held her until the room filled with light.
Chapter Four
When she woke, Dorrie’s first thought was of her dream.
It’d felt so damn real that she rolled over, almost expecting to see Ian.
Of course, he wasn’t there.
Stupid. You’re so stupid.
Still, the disappointment that swept through her made her furious. And the hammering headache behind her eyes made tears rise.
Damn it. What the hell had she done?
Since she was still dressed, the answer to that question was probably nothing. And since Ben was nowhere to be found… Guess there’d be no walk of shame.
Yay me! Still haven’t gotten laid.
Maybe she really was untouchable.
With a sigh, she moved carefully to the edge of the massive bed, swung her legs over the side, and gently placed her feet on the floor. She caught sight of her phone on the bedside table…and three little white pills and a bottle of water.
Ben.
Nice to have someone take care of her for a change, even if he hadn’t wanted to sleep with her.
And that probably wasn’t something she wanted to think about now. Not with a hangover threatening to tear her head apart.
That’d been a particularly stupid move on her part, especially since she needed to get back to her office to check on Blank.
Picking up her phone, she found a text from her head nurse.
Patient sleeping well. No complications.
Another sigh, this one heartfelt. Blank would be okay. She’d make sure of it. And she’d never tell him about her one-night indiscretion. Which hadn’t involved much indiscretion.
Swallowing the pills and following it with half of the water, she got to her feet and headed for the door, running her fingers through her hair.
Head held as high as she could, considering the pounding in her temples, she found her way downstairs, following the faint sound of conversation.
She saw the front door, noticed her purse, coat, and sneakers on a chair not far from it, and wondered if she should cut her losses, grab her stuff, and leave before Ben and whoever he was talking to knew she was up.
Coward.
Right this second… Yep, pretty much.
But if she did that, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to face
“I know you don’t. And I’m not going to lay them out now. Maybe one day—”
With a harsh sigh, she pushed away from him, rolling onto her other side so she faced away from him.
“This dream sucks. Just like real life. Wonder what that says about my crappy life.”
God damn it. Every word out of her mouth drove the stiletto she’d stuck in his heart just a little deeper.
And then he heard her sniffle.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the fuck did he do now?
Lying down beside her, he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her close again. Which just seemed to make her cry even harder. But she cried without making a sound and that made him feel even worse than if she’d sobbed at loud decibels.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Don’t fucking cry. I can’t fucking stand it.”
She sniffed. “You can’t fucking stand me, can you? No, you can’t. I just don’t know what I did to make you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you, Dorrie. I can’t hate you.”
Her crying jag ended with a hiccup. “I really wish that were true.”
And he really wished he could tell her when she wasn’t drunk and half asleep. Or when his desire for her wasn’t riding him like a freight train barreling down the track.
Hell, she probably wouldn’t even remember her dream tomorrow morning.
And he’d want her to remember. Would want her to remember every kiss, every breath, every touch, every time he stroked inside her and every orgasm he gave her.
He wanted there to be multiples.
Probably should stop thinking about sex if you want to get out of here without breaking any laws.
But he couldn’t make himself get up and leave her alone in the dark.
So he hoped like hell that she wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning and pulled her back into the cradle of his body and held her until the room filled with light.
Chapter Four
When she woke, Dorrie’s first thought was of her dream.
It’d felt so damn real that she rolled over, almost expecting to see Ian.
Of course, he wasn’t there.
Stupid. You’re so stupid.
Still, the disappointment that swept through her made her furious. And the hammering headache behind her eyes made tears rise.
Damn it. What the hell had she done?
Since she was still dressed, the answer to that question was probably nothing. And since Ben was nowhere to be found… Guess there’d be no walk of shame.
Yay me! Still haven’t gotten laid.
Maybe she really was untouchable.
With a sigh, she moved carefully to the edge of the massive bed, swung her legs over the side, and gently placed her feet on the floor. She caught sight of her phone on the bedside table…and three little white pills and a bottle of water.
Ben.
Nice to have someone take care of her for a change, even if he hadn’t wanted to sleep with her.
And that probably wasn’t something she wanted to think about now. Not with a hangover threatening to tear her head apart.
That’d been a particularly stupid move on her part, especially since she needed to get back to her office to check on Blank.
Picking up her phone, she found a text from her head nurse.
Patient sleeping well. No complications.
Another sigh, this one heartfelt. Blank would be okay. She’d make sure of it. And she’d never tell him about her one-night indiscretion. Which hadn’t involved much indiscretion.
Swallowing the pills and following it with half of the water, she got to her feet and headed for the door, running her fingers through her hair.
Head held as high as she could, considering the pounding in her temples, she found her way downstairs, following the faint sound of conversation.
She saw the front door, noticed her purse, coat, and sneakers on a chair not far from it, and wondered if she should cut her losses, grab her stuff, and leave before Ben and whoever he was talking to knew she was up.
Coward.
Right this second… Yep, pretty much.
But if she did that, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to face
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