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of brown hair decorated those sculpted pecs centered by tiny, flat nipples. The comforter folded down from his hips was black with narrow threads of gold in the style she was beginning to privately call "bold rich-dude masculine."
    Nyall in bed was pretty much all she registered, as she was overcome with shyness.
    He chuckled when he saw her.
    "Take the towel off, Janey."
    "Are you sure about this nakedness thing?" she said. "I'm thinking it's overkill. You've already seen—"
    "Everything I say—"
    "Yes, I know, I just—"
    " Without questioning it. Do you remember that part?"
    "Oh. No, I didn't remember."
    "Take the towel off, turn out the light, and come in to bed. Let's try to get some sleep."
    Janey spotted the light switch on the wall, scuttled in front of it, turned her back to Nyall, dropped the towel and instantly switched off the light.
    "Nice one," he said dryly. "I have some bad news for you."
    "What?"
    "I have excellent night vision."
    She froze halfway to the bed.
    "Though it does take me a few seconds to get adjusted," he allowed.
    She practically threw herself onto the bed.
    He was laughing by the time she was safely tucked in under the covers on her side of the bed.
    From his tone and his mirth, she got an inkling of what his shower had included. "You've already pleasured yourself, haven't you?" she said.
    "Yeah. Go to sleep. Try, anyway."
    "You keep implying it'll be difficult," she gabbed. "I'm actually a pretty heavy sleeper, even when I'm staying at a hotel. So I don't think I'll have any problem sleeping with you."
    "Everybody has a problem sleeping with me," he said. "Including me."
    He sounded tired, she thought. She so wanted to wiggle over to his side and cuddle with him.
    Her heart was thumping madly, and it wasn't just from the hot, pounding spray of the shower just now or even the pleasant pulses that still rippled inside her from the climaxes he'd given her. She was trying to deal with the unreal fact that she was about to go to sleep next to a man in his bed.
    A near stranger.
    A gorgeous, beyond-sexy stranger.
    One who'd just given her the best evening of her life.
    While she was naked and he was maybe naked.
    She knew she was going to be awake for hours.
    Nevertheless, it was surprisingly easy to get comfortable. The covers were heavy and the sheets felt cool, crisp and luxurious against her naked skin. Cozy, like she remembered from lying in bed at her Grandma Barbara's house as a kid. The mattress was extremely firm, unlike Janey's own bed, which had two broken springs.
    It was also wide. With both of them lying on their respective sides, there were still a good three feet between their bodies, not including limbs.
    Maybe tonight wasn't the best time to cuddle.
    "This is a king size bed," she whispered.
    "Go to sleep, Janey."
    "Good night, Nyall. Thank you for today."
    "You're welcome. And thank you."
    She closed her eyes, and that was the last she knew for hours.
    ***
    The sound of a bee buzzing was an annoying intrusion. When a male voice replaced it, though, Janey jerked up to a sitting position and blinked.
    There were a few moment's disorientation as Janey looked around in the darkness. Then the surreal sound of the soft voice talking. It took a few seconds to get her bearings in the room glowing with just a night light and faint moonlight from outside.
    Back and forth against the frame of the window, a shadowy male figure was gracefully strolling.
    "I know," the voice was saying. "Plans change, though. Look, Easterfield's on a better time zone. He's used to the regular disasters, but it's worth trying him. If he doesn't answer, call back. I'll walk you through it."
    Nyall Anderson. She was in his bed.
    The dark silhouette turned and Janey's drowsy gaze confirmed that the man was indeed buck naked. It was so amazing. There was a naked man in the room with her. A spectacular one. The clearly defined shape of his long form was tapered, muscled and bulging in all the right places. The