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She’d given him way too much of herself tonight. If he stayed another minute, she’d be weeping in his arms. Not a chance.

“Good reason.” August stood up off the floor and bowed at the waist to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow at nine?”

“You will,” she said. “If I don’t come to my senses first.”

He walked to her door.

“August?”

He turned on his heel, eager as a puppy.

“Why did you come here tonight?” she asked. “You could have called.”

“I had to return your knickers.”

“I could have got them tomorrow night.”

“We needed to talk about what happened.”

“Again, something that could have been done over the phone.”

He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, shrugged.

“Something odd happened tonight,” he said.

“You think?”

“No, I mean...when I woke up, you were already gone.”

“I’m allowed to leave, right? No rule against it?”

“No rule against it. It’s just...I wanted you there. I came to, and you were gone. I didn’t want you here,” he said, pointing at the floor. “I wanted you there.” He pointed in the general direction of London. “And you weren’t, so now I am here.”

“You barely know me.” She smiled.

“True, but as soon as I saw you were gone, I drove over here to see you again.”

Lia got out of her chair and walked over to him.

“I’m going. I’m going,” he assured.

“You don’t steal the covers, do you?” she asked. “You seem like blanket thief.”

He grinned hugely. “I’ve never stolen so much as a pillowcase. Only a sheet once and that was for a toga party. Or as they were called in Ancient Greece—a party.”

“Fine, then.” She waved her hand toward her bedroom door.

“I can stay the night?” he asked.

“If you don’t mind sharing a bedroom with a snoring deerhound.”

“After the cloud I slept with, a deerhound is nothing.”

“You said it was a fog.” She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom.

“Upon further reflection,” he said, “it might have been a stiff breeze.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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