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hand, I need to feel
what you can do with your cock.”
    “You
got it,” I lie, jerking my shirt down over my head. “Right now I need to go.
Stay here tonight if you like. I’m going to grab a cab.”
    “Sure
thing.” Scooting up the bed, she burrows under the covers and is asleep before
my taxi shows up.
    “Where
to?” the driver asks.
    The
thought of returning to my empty house is too damn depressing. “Stan’s Bar,
it’s on thirty-eighth and…”
    “I
know Stan’s, buddy.” Fortunately, the driver isn’t a talker. I’ve got way too
much going on in my head to bother with small talk.
    What
has this woman done to me? I’ve known her a month and can’t get her out of my
head. I’ve told myself I’m just concerned because she’s in danger, but that’s
bullshit. I’ve tried convincing myself I’m just attracted to her, but that’s
not it either. I like her. Really like her.
    Fuck.

Chapter Four
     
    Macy
     
    A
commotion in the hallway rouses me from sleep. Before I can think to be afraid,
I hear Parker’s voice. “I just want to check on her,” he slurs.
    “Then
have a look you stubborn son of a bitch,” Devon sighs, opening my door a crack.
“Sorry,” he says when he notices I’m sitting up in bed. “He’s shitfaced and
stupid and won’t go pass out until he sees you’re okay.”
    “Is
he okay?” I mumble, still trying to wake up.
    “He’s
a goddamn pain in my ass who needs to sleep it off.”
    “Macy?
Everything all right?” Parker asks, stumbling into the doorway.
    “I’m
fine, Parker,” I reply. “You need to go to bed.”
    Devon
grabs him by the collar when he starts into the room. “Your bed, numbnuts.”
    I
can’t help but giggle, and a cheesy smile breaks across Parker’s face. “I love
your laugh. You should laugh more.”
    “We’ll
have plenty to laugh at you for tomorrow. Come on. Let her sleep.”
    “Kay,
goodnight, doll,” Parker says, making Devon snort and shake his head. I can
still hear Parker argue as he leads him down the hall. “What? She is a doll!
Tiny and pale like a porcelain doll.”
    “You’d
better hope Mason doesn’t hear about this,” Devon grumbles.
    Could
this infuriating man be more confusing? Yesterday, he kisses me, then avoids
me, then takes off for a night, only to show up and flirt with me.
    I
know he’s attracted to me or to my body anyway. It was clear in the way his
gaze swept over my pajama clad ass when he saw me. I guess when he’s drunk it
doesn’t matter as much that I’m weak or damaged.
    Sighing,
I toss and turn until the sun seeps between the curtains. I know I’m developing
feelings for him, which is a huge mistake. Even if he could see me for the
woman I am, he’s still a player and I won’t end up a notch on his bedpost.
    His
snores are practically rattling the windows. I’ll never get back to sleep at
this rate. I’m getting around much better on my crutches and with the boot so
it doesn’t take me long to get to his room. I only plan to close the door and
block out the sounds of a chainsaw wielding grizzly bear, until I see him. Sprawled
out on his back like a starfish, he’s still fully dressed, belt, shoes and all.
It can’t be comfortable, and after all the times he’s put me to bed, I can’t
leave him like that.
    The
bed dips when I sit beside his feet, but he doesn’t budge, just continues to
snore while I remove his shoes. There’s no way I could take off his jeans, even
if I dared, but I can at least unfasten his belt.
    I
scoot up by his waist and a giggle escapes me as I press on his chin until his
mouth pops open. Whew! At least that stops the snoring. His glasses sit askew
on his face and I carefully move them to the night stand.
    I’ve
never had a chance to really study him, so I’m taking advantage of the
opportunity. No man should be this lickable. I have to run a fingertip down the
dark stubble on his strong jawline and across the tiny indention above his top
lip.
    God,
those lips.