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Thomas slept in her bed. She put her hand on the mattress next to her—still warm. She buried her head in the other pillow and smelled his scent still fresh on the fabric.
    She’d slept like a log.
    She used the bathroom and walked out to the kitchen. Thomas stood at the counter in his silk sleeping boxers, with his back to the hallway, reading the paper while waiting for the coffee. The muscles in his bare back rippled against his skin. Lean, firm, and tanned, a contrast to Tyler’s softly trim but more compact form.
    Nevvie put her arms around his waist, laying her cheek against his warm back. He put his hands over hers and squeezed.
    “Good morning. Did you sleep okay?”
    “You slept with me last night?”
    He finally turned and gave her a proper hug, kissing the top of her head. “I hope you don’t mind. You fell asleep in Ty’s lap and I found you guys around one. He’s still asleep, probably a pretzel this morning.”
    She felt guilty. “Oh, poor Ty. I’m sorry.”
    “No, sugar.” He hugged her again. “Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. You’ve got a lot to deal with. Believe me, we’re more than happy to do it.”
    It felt good resting her head against his chest, feeling his soft curly hair against her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I appreciate it. I’m sorry I’ve turned your lives upside down.”
    “Stop.” She looked up at his firm tone and fell into his deep brown eyes. “Nevvie, we mean it. You’re part of our family. You’re our girl. Let us take care of you.” He kissed her forehead and patted her back. “Coffee’s almost ready. Why don’t you take Tyler’s in to him? I was already in there, he’s decent. Well, he’s got boxers on.” He smiled. “I don’t know how decent he is.”
    “It’s the least I can do.” She fixed herself a mug and took a sip, then fixed Tyler’s—black. Their bedroom door wasn’t completely shut and she cautiously stuck her head in. Stretched on his left side, facing the edge of the bed away from her, Tyler had the sheet pulled up to his waist and his arm wrapped around a pillow.
    He looked so comfortable. She’d love to slide into bed with him and wrap her arm around his waist.
    Or wrap her lips around his…
    Yum.
    Tyler’s trim backside and sturdy thighs spoke of ready action. She’d seen school pictures of him on the soccer team—football, pardon—and even then his eyes and smile were addictive. Maybe a few extra pounds across his torso now, but still firm and grabbalicious. Mega-scrumptious.
    Kissable.
    She walked across the bedroom and placed the mug on his bedside table, then sat next to him. His hair fell across his forehead and she couldn’t resist reaching out and tenderly brushing it from his face. He opened his eyes and sleepily smiled.
    “Hey. Good morning, love.”
    She struggled not to lean over and kiss him. “Thomas told me you stayed on the couch with me last night. Thank you.”
    He caught her hand and kissed it. “It’s all right, sweet. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
    “How’s your back?”
    He started to turn over and winced. “Been better, I’m afraid.”
    “Roll over.”
    She straddled him and worked her hands down his shoulders and back, struggling not to lean forward and kiss him.
    He moaned appreciatively. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s fantastic.”
    “Where’s it hurt?”
    “Down lower.”
    She scooted lower, his ass between her legs. He groaned louder as she kneaded the muscles above his hips. “Right there. Jesus that’s fantastic, darling.”
    Thomas’ deep laugh startled her. “I wondered what you were doing to him.”
    She blushed but didn’t stop. “I figured I owed him.”
    Thomas sat on the bed and watched. “He likes his back cracked, too.”
    “Huh?”
    “Stay there. I’ll show you.” Thomas changed position, kneeling behind her with his arms around her, also straddling Tyler. He showed her how to position the heels of her palms and then leaned forward with a quick