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double-take. Ken had pinned her hair up– probably due to the heat. Twisted carelessly, the riot of mahogany waves was secure, except for a few wayward strands. Absently, she tucked those behind her ear as she searched for his pill bottle. Unable to stop staring, Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. In the glow of the lamplight, her cheeks were flushed pink with exertion, her golden eyes warm with concern. Her mouth- When his gaze traveled to the shadowed gap in her blouse, he jerked back. Jesus.
"Look how much you've improved in two days," she reminded, oblivious to his sudden realization as she handed him a pill.
Bewildered by his erratic thoughts, he shoved them aside. "Do I have to sleep with this?" Groping for a safe topic, Harry held up his hand, still encased in the plastic bag, waiting for her inevitable chuckle. He'd decided in the shower he liked the rich, smoky sound of Kendall's laugh. Her voice conjured images of an aged, sweet Glenlivet. A shadowy jazz club. Hot, bed-wrecking sex- Wait– what the fuck?
"I think it's safe now." He startled when she tugged the bag from his fingers. "You should get some sleep. You've had enough excitement for one night."
"You're right." Grateful when she snapped off the light, a jumble of illogical thoughts cluttered his brain. It must be the concussion . He released a ragged sigh over the sensible explanation. She was nearly to the door when she turned.
"G'night, Harrison. Call if you need anything."
"Ken?" He waited until she'd taken a step back. "Although it may appear I don't have any secrets left, I'm a little uncomfortable with the idea of becoming your love slave. Any chance I can have some clothes tomorrow?"
She raised a hand to her mouth, her eyes sparking with humor as she remembered his naked state. Her expression made Harry forgot his awkwardness.
"Sorry, Traynor. I forgot."
"You forgot I was naked." He smiled. "I'm not sure my ego can take much more of this."
As expected, her cheeks bloomed with color. "I didn't say I forgot what I saw."
He chuckled when her eyes widened, as though she'd revealed something she hadn't intended. "Maybe the love-slave thing is the excitement I'm missing."
Winged brows drew down in a frown. "I'll check the spare room. My dad sometimes leaves stuff behind when he visits."
Relaxed in a way he couldn't explain, Harry listened to her footsteps fade down the hall. With something close to amazement, he acknowledged Kendall was pretty. Why hadn't he seen it before? Freckled from the sun, her nose was damned cute. Full, red lips that were nearly always curved in a smile. Even her voice had changed. He'd noticed in the shower. Behind the curtain, the husky, sensual tone was not what he'd remembered. The discovery raised more questions than it answered. How would she sound when she moaned? Instead of nails on a chalkboard, the smoky rasp had scorched along his nerve endings– leaving certain things obvious in his naked state. It was a good thing she'd been too shy to look.
"Here we are."
Kendall drifted back into the room, her slender body framed in the light from the hall. Her face in shadows, she had several items of clothing draped over one arm.
"I'm not sure about the fit, but these should help you feel less . . . exposed. I'm washing a load of clothes tonight, so you'll have clean underwear when you wake up."
"As long as they aren't female, they'll be fine." Setting the pile on the foot of the bed, she turned for the door.
"Goodnight, Kendall."
"Night, Harrison. See you in the morning."
His last thought before drifting into a peaceful, drugging sleep was a memory of a soothing angel in white. Calling to her, he hoped she would visit again. Soon she appeared, drifting through the mist. Remembering the serenity of her smile, he wanted to see her face again. When she finally drew closer, his eyes widened with surprise. The angel's face belonged to Ken.
***
Unable to sleep, Kendall closed her eyes, concentrating on the
"Look how much you've improved in two days," she reminded, oblivious to his sudden realization as she handed him a pill.
Bewildered by his erratic thoughts, he shoved them aside. "Do I have to sleep with this?" Groping for a safe topic, Harry held up his hand, still encased in the plastic bag, waiting for her inevitable chuckle. He'd decided in the shower he liked the rich, smoky sound of Kendall's laugh. Her voice conjured images of an aged, sweet Glenlivet. A shadowy jazz club. Hot, bed-wrecking sex- Wait– what the fuck?
"I think it's safe now." He startled when she tugged the bag from his fingers. "You should get some sleep. You've had enough excitement for one night."
"You're right." Grateful when she snapped off the light, a jumble of illogical thoughts cluttered his brain. It must be the concussion . He released a ragged sigh over the sensible explanation. She was nearly to the door when she turned.
"G'night, Harrison. Call if you need anything."
"Ken?" He waited until she'd taken a step back. "Although it may appear I don't have any secrets left, I'm a little uncomfortable with the idea of becoming your love slave. Any chance I can have some clothes tomorrow?"
She raised a hand to her mouth, her eyes sparking with humor as she remembered his naked state. Her expression made Harry forgot his awkwardness.
"Sorry, Traynor. I forgot."
"You forgot I was naked." He smiled. "I'm not sure my ego can take much more of this."
As expected, her cheeks bloomed with color. "I didn't say I forgot what I saw."
He chuckled when her eyes widened, as though she'd revealed something she hadn't intended. "Maybe the love-slave thing is the excitement I'm missing."
Winged brows drew down in a frown. "I'll check the spare room. My dad sometimes leaves stuff behind when he visits."
Relaxed in a way he couldn't explain, Harry listened to her footsteps fade down the hall. With something close to amazement, he acknowledged Kendall was pretty. Why hadn't he seen it before? Freckled from the sun, her nose was damned cute. Full, red lips that were nearly always curved in a smile. Even her voice had changed. He'd noticed in the shower. Behind the curtain, the husky, sensual tone was not what he'd remembered. The discovery raised more questions than it answered. How would she sound when she moaned? Instead of nails on a chalkboard, the smoky rasp had scorched along his nerve endings– leaving certain things obvious in his naked state. It was a good thing she'd been too shy to look.
"Here we are."
Kendall drifted back into the room, her slender body framed in the light from the hall. Her face in shadows, she had several items of clothing draped over one arm.
"I'm not sure about the fit, but these should help you feel less . . . exposed. I'm washing a load of clothes tonight, so you'll have clean underwear when you wake up."
"As long as they aren't female, they'll be fine." Setting the pile on the foot of the bed, she turned for the door.
"Goodnight, Kendall."
"Night, Harrison. See you in the morning."
His last thought before drifting into a peaceful, drugging sleep was a memory of a soothing angel in white. Calling to her, he hoped she would visit again. Soon she appeared, drifting through the mist. Remembering the serenity of her smile, he wanted to see her face again. When she finally drew closer, his eyes widened with surprise. The angel's face belonged to Ken.
***
Unable to sleep, Kendall closed her eyes, concentrating on the
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