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and he held her.
    And she prayed.
    She prayed and prayed and prayed this wasn’t wrong.

Chapter Seven
    The first thing Nate heard was the sound of a key in a lock. He scrunched his face up in confusion and burrowed deeper into his pillow. The door to his condo didn’t sound like that. And even with his eyes closed, it was too bright. The sheets were starchy and they…
    They smelled like Cassie.
    There was the scrape of wood on wood. A door opening and a gust of frigid air. It brought him to his senses.
    This bed smelled like Cassie. And it wasn’t his bed. And he was naked.
    He clutched the covers close and sat up with a start, blinking hard at the sight of a motel room. Of his clothes scattered everywhere. The door slammed closed, and he jerked his gaze to the bundled figure standing in front of it. Cassie pulled her hat off and unwound her scarf from her neck. Shook her hair out and let the golden strands fall free.
    He didn’t know if he’d ever seen anything more beautiful.
    Except he had. Last night…
    God . He clenched his eyes shut tight and dug the heels of his hands into the sockets. Bursts of light shot across his darkened vision, but they were nothing to the brilliance of his memories. He could see everything now. He saw Cassie, naked and under him. Her breasts and thighs and lips. The deep wet and her body, so open and accepting and the feeling of being inside her. Of being inside his best friend.
    He’d had sex with Cassie.
    Bewildered, he looked up again to find her sitting in the lone chair in the corner, her hat and scarf in her hand and her coat open.
    She shot him a guarded smile. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” The tightness in her voice made him frown. She rolled her eyes. “Though if you’d waited a little bit longer it would be good afternoon.”
    It would? Nate turned to look to the side. Sure enough, the clock said it was already half past eleven. He hadn’t slept in this late since… Hell, he couldn’t even remember when. He lifted a hand to rub his eyes. They hadn’t gotten in until late, and they’d been exhausted.
    And they’d had sex.
    Jesus Christ.
    After, he’d stayed up for the longest time, just holding her sleeping form. Holding her and wondering how and when his whole life had been turned on its head. Reliving every touch and every kiss, and wondering when they could do it all again.
    At the time, he’d been hoping for this morning, but he glanced back at her and frowned. With her all bundled up and sitting on the other side of the room, that didn’t seem likely. Blinking, he studied her more closely. It wasn’t just her voice that was tight. Her whole posture spoke of putting distance between the two of them. Far from the pliant woman who had touched him and screamed his name through her climax, this Cassie…this was the girl who had refused to talk. The one who had collapsed onto a bed and groaned that everything was wrong.
    This was Cassie when she was scared.
    It probably would have been better to at least be dressed before they had this conversation, but that clearly wasn’t in the cards. Checking to make sure all the important bits were covered by the sheet, Nate leaned back against the headboard and dragged a hand through his hair, then over his face. “Cassie…”
    Her voice was all false chipperness. “Aren’t you going to at least ask me what I’ve been up to this morning?”
    Right. In the time when she should have been lying naked in his arms.
    “Cass.”
    “I picked up the rental car.”
    “Cass.”
    She kept talking right over him, leaving him no doubt she knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. “So we should be all set to go.”
    His fist came down on the mattress. She was going to pay attention to him, damn it. “Cassandra.”
    “I know!” She shocked him with her fierceness. With the bright glint to her wide eyes and with the force she used as she flung her hands against the arms of the chair. Less than a second later, she wrapped her