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from the back of a chair, she spread the covering over McCall's sleeping form and tucked it under his chin before she left the room. |
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Since she usually woke up several times during the night, D.J. planned to check on McCall during those hours when she couldn't sleep. Surprisingly, the first time she awoke after she lay her head on the overstuffed pillow and cuddled into the fluffy quilt, bright sunlight shone into the window, indicating the lateness of the hour. Weird. That made two nights in a row she'd slept straight through without waking. |
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D.J. showered and dressed in a hurry, grimacing when she put on the same clothes from the previous evening. First stop her apartment, for more appropriate working clothes. |
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A quick search of the house didn't turn up McCall, though the full coffeepot indicated that he lurked about somewhere. Helping herself to a cup, D.J. drifted toward the front of the house. Through the bay window in the living room she glimpsed McCall on the porch, reading the paper. |
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The screen door squeaked as she opened it, and he looked up. The remembrance of how she'd seen him last, half-naked and sprawled across his bed, of how she'd run her fingers through his hair and imagined touching more, made D.J. duck her head and take a gulp of coffee instead of returning his easy smile. |
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''I hope you slept well." |
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"Yes." D.J. took a step out onto the porch, allowing the screen to bang shut behind her. She leaned against the wall of the house and stared out at the |
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