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anyway.” She waited while he walked over to the bedside table and retrieved the remote.
    When he sat down next to her on the love seat, she nearly squealed. There wasn’t enough room for both of them without touching. The feel of his hot skin next to her own sent chill bumps all along her skin. They touched from shoulder down to thighs. Then he laid his arm along the back of the seat behind her. She had no doubt before it was over with he would have it lying against her skin. She didn’t know if she could handle so much physical touch. Her body already quivered in need.
    What was it with Morgan that she wanted him so badly? She couldn’t even remember wanting Guy like this, and they’d been lovers for months. What did it mean about her? Was she some sort of slut? What do you think? You’re pregnant with one man’s baby and slept with another man you barely know. “Slut” might be a bit mild.
    “What are you frowning about over there?” Morgan asked, his brows furrowed.
    “Nothing, just thinking about what a mess I’ve made of everything.”
    “Stop second-guessing everything you’ve done. You’re on the right track now. We’ll get you and the baby taken care of. So stop worrying about it.”
    Amanda wished she could believe him, but he didn’t have a stake in her problems. She was just some chick he’d picked up hitching and was stuck with for the time being. He would drop her off somewhere at some point, and she’d be on her own again. Well, that was fine. She’d be safe for as long as he kept her around. When he dropped her, then she would worry about what was next.
    The movie proved to be an action thriller that she thoroughly enjoyed, but it wasn’t long before she began nodding off. She planned to get up and get in the bed, but didn’t make it.
    The next thing she knew, she woke up needing to get to the bathroom in a hurry and couldn’t get out from under something holding her down. She struggled and finally yelled, “Get off me!”
    “Hell, what’s wrong?” Morgan rolled over, allowing her to escape.
    “Bathroom. Now!” She rolled out of the bed and raced for the bathroom.
    “Ah, hell.” He followed her inside despite the fact she’d slammed the door shut.
    She retched into the toilet until she felt like her toenails would come up. A cool, wet cloth fell across the back of her neck, and another one appeared in front of her. She grabbed it and wiped her face. Once she was fairly sure she’d stopped being sick, she sat back against the wall and closed her eyes.
    “Better?” he asked.
    “I think.” She let out a shaky breath. “I need to brush my teeth.”
    Morgan helped her to the sink and watched as she brushed her teeth.
    “Let’s get you back in bed. You’ll feel better after you sleep a little longer.” Morgan reached down and picked her up.
    It was then that she realized he was nude except for his boxers, and she no longer had on a bra. When had he taken it off and why?
    “What happened to my bra?”
    “You feel asleep on the love seat before the movie was over with. I put you to bed so you would be more comfortable. I’ve never known a woman who was comfortable sleeping in a bra, so I took it off. It’s on the love seat if you want it.”
    “Um, no, thanks.” She averted her eyes when he looked down at her.
    Instead of laying her down on the bed, Morgan climbed into bed with her and settled her against him with her head on his chest. Oddly, she felt comfortable there. The beat of his heart settled her. She refused to think about it and drifted off again in no time.

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    Morgan couldn’t say why he’d brought her to bed like this. It was what he’d done with his wife when she’d first been pregnant, before he’d gotten shipped out again. He enjoyed holding her against him knowing she felt comfortable enough with him to sleep. She trusted him, and that pleased him immensely. He dozed off and on for another forty-five minutes or so before she woke again. This