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shirt off the floor. “I don’t make anything more than the normal male sounds during sex.”
    “Yeah, right,” Abby said, her tone bone-dry. “And I’m the pope.”
    Pausing in the act of donning his T-shirt, Rodrigo replied, “You are Catholic, and you do like to wear those long billowy coat things that could be mistaken for papal robes.”
    She rolled her eyes at him. “I’m lapsed. I wear dusters, kimonos, and shawls, not voluminous robes, and after what we just did”—she finally moved to adjust her nightdress back over her breasts and sex—“I think there’s little chance I’d even be accepted as a nun let alone become the first female leader of the entire Catholic church.”
    “Dare to dream, honey.” Rodrigo’s voice mocked in the most infuriating manner. “Dare to dream.”
    Abby narrowed her gaze. That pure blue within fired up hot as she shot Rodrigo the bird.
    Christ, yes . Braden loved the way these two bristled when pushed into each other’s company. It was almost the only time they forgot about work and presenting the perfect adult, pulled-together picture to the world and allowed the passion and spark for life that existed inside them free.
    “Abby does have a point, Rodrigo,” Braden told the man, itching for a scrum that might end with them all piled in bed again. “You do make some incredible noises when you’re hard and excited. Probably more than the average male.” Watching the dark man prowl around the bed like a caged cat put Braden in mind of how that body would move when merged with another. “Not that I’m complaining. Far from it.”
    “Shit.” Rodrigo’s face flushed a sexy shade of crimson under that deep tan skin. “This is fucking cra—”
    “I wasn’t complaining either,” Abby murmured, causing Rodrigo to snap his mouth shut and spin to face her. “Ditto on the far from it too. I like that I always know where I stand with you.” Red dots tinged her cheeks as well, which only made Braden more attracted to this pair. “Apparently no matter the circumstances.”
    For each second Rodrigo stared at Abby, a modicum of tension eased out of him until Braden saw only the straightforward, good man who lived inside him emerge.
    “Right now,” Rodrigo said, “the circumstances I’m most concerned about are you and your nightmares, and how I can help make them go away. I don’t give a shit about how hard lying in bed with you makes me or how much I grunt when I come, and neither should you.”
    The sudden dark intensity in Rodrigo’s stare drew a visible tremble out of Abby.
    “I didn’t feel too much agitation in you while you slept,” Rodrigo went on, his voice almost tender now. “Does that mean you were able to get some sleep?” Just in listening to Rodrigo speak to Abby, Braden almost felt the man’s words like a caress against his own body. “Did the dreams stay away?”
    A pinched expression pulled the rosy color from Abby’s cheeks. “Almost. I saw the same—”
    The high-pitched beep, beep, beep of an alarm clock went off right then, momentarily jerking everyone in the bedroom to silence and stillness. Abby finally leaned and stretched her arm, and Braden followed her hand to an alarm clock tucked back on the nightstand. The display window glowed with a blue 9:00, and a little MON was highlighted above the nine.
    “Crap.” Braden jumped out of bed, hopping as he straightened his jeans. “Is that the real time?”
    “Yes,” Abby shared. “Damn, I’m sorry. Both of you.” She glanced to Rodrigo as she climbed out of bed. “I didn’t even think. I don’t open the store on Mondays, so I push back my normal wake-up time a bit. I should have reset it before we went to bed last night.”
    Shit. Fuck. Damn. And shit some more.
    “You had other things on your mind,” Braden replied. “I should have set my cell to wake me up. I’m already late for work.” He reached down to grab his sweatshirt but came back upright in a flash with his