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“It’s okay. Are you too tired? Should I go?”

“No, are you kidding? You just got here, and besides, you want to finish this.”

“Then at least come here. I keep seeing your neck jerk every time you doze off, and your head flops forward. It can’t be comfortable.”

As Tyler pulled her in against his body, his arm wrapping around her, she suddenly wasn’t so tired anymore. She snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest so she could still see the TV. The steady rise and fall of Tyler’s chest under her cheek was lulling her back to sleep slowly, and before she drifted off, it occurred to her that she hadn’t been comfortable enough to fall asleep with a man in years.

TYLER SMILED AS Dani’s soft snores reached his ears. She was obviously exhausted from their late night and early morning. He let her continue to sleep while he finished the movie. Dani had been right about this one; he had enjoyed it. Who would have thought he’d actually enjoy a movie his mom and sister would have squealed over?

When the credits finally rolled, he tried to adjust his arms so he could pick her up and carry her to her room, but she groaned and glued herself to him, her mouth now pressing against the skin of his neck.

Oh, fuck. His hard-on pushed against the fly of his jeans, and he wanted badly to adjust it, but he’d hate to have her wake up to find him holding his dick. She might get the wrong idea, and despite current evidence to the contrary, unconscious women did not do it for him.

She stirred as he tried to pick her up. “What are you doing?”

Her voice was soft with sleep.

“I was going to get you settled in bed and then go home.”

“ ’S’late. Shouldn’t be driving.”

He knew she probably had no idea what she was even saying, but having Dani trying to get closer to him didn’t exactly make him want to run for the door. Besides, it sounded like an invitation to sleep over, even if it was made with a slight slur.

Picking her up in his arms, he carried her up the stairs of the townhouse, being careful of the narrow hallway so he didn’t crack her head on the wall. He walked into a dark room, the light from the hallway shining inside and highlighting the queen-size bed and bright floral comforter.

He laid her down on top of it and awkwardly tried to pull it down so he could place her beneath it. Finally, he settled for covering her with the quilt from the end of her bed.

Tucking it around her, he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“Good night, beautiful.”

Suddenly, she sat up. “Where are you going?”

“I was going home.”

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

“Okay,” he said automatically.

And then, she flopped back on the bed with a snore.

Tyler wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or her just being tired, but he went downstairs and locked the doors. Crashing on her couch, he turned on a Jason Statham movie and settled in. He could have just gone to bed with her—it wasn’t as if he would push his advances on a sleeping woman—but he actually didn’t want Dani to wake up and find him in her bed. He wanted her to be clearheaded when she invited him into it, but she was right about one thing. It was late, and he’d rather travel across town in the early morning than after two.

Before the first car chase, Tyler’s eyes grew heavy, and he fell asleep with a smile.

Staying the night with a woman before he’d even slept with her? Imagine that.

THE NEXT MORNING, Dani stirred to life with a groan, her head pounding like the dickens. She should have known better than to drink too many glasses of red wine before bed, but last night she’d been throwing herself a bit of a pity party.

Cracking one eye open, she squinted at her surroundings. She was in her bedroom, which was strange because the last thing she remembered was being on the couch with Tyler.

She sat up swiftly, and her head protested at the pain of the movement. Tyler must have carried her upstairs after the movie ended.

Looking in the bed next to her, she half expected to find him, but it was undisturbed. It had been nice of him to put her to bed after she’d passed out on him. She’d have to call him today and thank him.

Stretching as she sat up, she checked the clock on her nightstand. It was just after eleven thirty, which meant her mom would be dropping Noah home soon.

Dani climbed down the stairs and could swear she smelled coffee brewing. Had Tyler set the timer to go off?