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his laughter rumble in his
chest and it felt really good.
    * * * * *
    “I need to go home and get some clean clothes.”
    Jud looked across the room to where Chelsea was curled up on
his couch, tucking a blanket around herself. She’d spent the day drifting in
and out of sleep while he’d gotten some work done. “What’s wrong with the sexy
sweatshirt and shorts I loaned you?”
    “They’re a little big. The shorts are hanging down below my
knees.”
    “I’ll take you home in a while,” he said, though he really
didn’t want to. He was getting used to having her around, even after just one
night. He had been dreaming about her last night. Sleeping Jud had been
doing all sorts of delicious things to Chelsea’s body. Then just like that, she
was there in his arms. Half-awake, he’d taken advantage of the opportunity and
explored some real warm flesh. His cock had already been hard, but it stiffened
even more when his palm reached her breasts. They were plump, larger than they
appeared when she was clothed. He hadn’t been able to resist tasting her, her
neck, her lips. He’d longed to feast on her breasts, only to be stopped by that
fucking alarm. It was a good thing though. What kind of cad molests a sick
woman on narcotics?
    “How’s your head, Chels?”
    She stretched like a cat. “I could use another one of your
fabulous scalp massages.”
    “I suppose I could take a break for my patient.” He closed
his laptop and moved over to the couch. “Sit up,” he said, sitting down in the
vacant spot. He pulled her back against his chest and started gently rubbing
her neck muscles. She made some noises that were more appropriate for the
throes of passion. His cock sprang to life as his thoughts wandered to a sexier
place.
    “Ah God,” she groaned.
    “Okay, that’s enough.” His hands dropped to her back and he
pushed her away. “Flip around and let me do your feet.”
    Chelsea looked back at him over her shoulder, smiling.
“Really? I love a good foot rub.”
    “Great. Just don’t make any of those orgasm noises.”
    Eagerly, she turned around and deposited her feet on his
lap. “I can’t make any promises.”
    Jud sighed and picked up a foot. “Okay, I’m going to quiz
you, make sure you still have all your marbles.” Chelsea answered his “who,
what, where, when and why” questions correctly as he worked on pressure points
on her foot.
    “Is that all you’re gonna ask?”
    “Huh, let’s see. Okay, what’s my favorite book?”
    “Easy,” she said. “The last book that you’ve edited is your
favorite.”
    He laughed. “I’ll give you a half point for that. What’s my
favorite book that I haven’t edited?”
    Chelsea screwed up her mouth. “ The Call of the Wild .”
    “Ding, ding, ding. Excellent.”
    “What’s my favorite book?” she asked.
    “This is not a quiz for me.”
    “Tell me anyway.”
    “ To Kill a Mockingbird .”
    She lifted her head and raised a brow in approval. “Nice.”
    “I’m not just a pretty face, ya know.” He winked at her.
“How about favorite movie?”
    Chelsea rolled her eyes. “ The Godfather . That’s every
guy’s favorite movie.”
    Jud shrugged. “There’s a good reason for that. Now, you—you
would tell people your favorite movie is Sense and Sensibility , but
really it’s The Notebook .”
    Her mouth dropped open in mock distress, then she laughed.
“That’s true.” She leaned back, cradling her head in her hands. “What bugs me
more than anything else?”
    “When people don’t replace an empty toilet paper dispenser.
Or, or better yet, when they put it on the wrong way.”
    “It’s so obvious that the tissue should come out from under
the roll, not on top.”
    “Uh-huh. So what about me?” Jud moved to her other foot.
“What’s my pet peeve?”
    “When someone says ‘I could care less’.”
    He growled. “That drives me crazy.”
    “I know.” She used her free foot to caress his thigh.
    Trying to ignore her, he