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    Sadie allowed him to undress her, her brain tripping over itself trying to figure out the new twist the evening had taken. This wasn’t a position she’d ever been in before. The times she recalled calling a stop to a heated make-out session, it had ended abruptly rather than continue at a steady pace. Until now, she thought men had only two settings: On and Off. Aiden seemed to be set on Cruise.
    Once her skirt was off, Aiden tugged the blankets out from under her and covered her up, then rounded the bed and crawled in next to her. She slid down in the bed while he got comfortable. When he settled, he wrapped an arm around her waist, tucked her back against his torso, and her head under his chin. He blew out what sounded like a pleased sigh and Sadie forced herself to breathe.
    After lying in his arms in the dark bedroom for she had no idea how long, Aiden’s deep voice cut into the silence. “Is this weird?”
    “It’s…different.” And not in a bad way.
    He pursed his lips and kissed her shoulder lightly. “I don’t want you to leave.” He took a steadying breath. “Unless you’re freaked out, then say the word, and I’ll take you home.”
    She should be freaked out. Lying beneath the covers against Aiden’s solid body, the most solid part of him nudging her backside, was even more intimate than writhing on the sofa beneath him. But Sadie wasn’t freaked out. Everything about being here with him, in this quiet moment alone in the dark, felt good. Felt right. Which, frankly, was grounds to freak out right there.
    “I don’t want to go home,” she whispered. It was the truth.
    “Good.”
    Aiden intertwined their fingers together over her middle, snuggling her against him tighter. Sadie repositioned her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, allowing sleep, and the peaceful perfect of being here with him, to tug her into the abyss.

Chapter 3
    S adie had been awake for a while. Lying on her side as sunshine peeked through the window over their heads. Aiden was on his stomach, hand under the pillow, blankets kicked off. She’d like to say she had the wherewithal to ignore the shape of his butt in those briefs, but she didn’t. She’d taken more than a few ganders of his perfect rear and thick, muscular thighs.
    God bless runners.
    But his amazing posterior wasn’t the only reason she’d kept her eyes glued to the area south of his waistband. Most of the reason was what she didn’t want to look at. The jagged scar running down his back: ugly and red.
    She forced herself to look at it now, that angry line on his otherwise perfect flesh. A reminder he hadn’t escaped the accident, or his marriage, unscathed. Careful not to wake him, Sadie touched it gently with her fingertips, her heart ripping apart as she grazed the raised skin.
    Seeing the evidence of the accident he spoke of last night reminded Sadie of the fragility of life. Of connection. She continued tracing the length of the scar, unreasonable fear overtaking her. Aiden could have died that night. Could have ended up cold and in a body bag instead of lying next to her, his skin warm and golden in the morning sunlight.
    He still could , her masochistic brain insisted.
    A very real sinking feeling, like she’d swallowed a hundred lug nuts, weighed her down. Sadie didn’t want to feel this kind of attachment to anyone. She didn’t want to worry whenever he was late, or whenever he was out on his bike and the weather turned. She didn’t want to care this much, dammit.
    Aiden shifted, turning his head on the pillow and blinking sleepy eyes at her. “Hello, beautiful.” His voice was craggy and oddly deep, and so sexy it made the soles of her feet tingle.
    She flattened her hand on his back. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to feel it.”
    “Feel what?” He turned his head and saw her arm, then, with a small smile, dropped his head back on the pillow. “Oh, that. I can’t feel it, anyway.”
    She frowned. “You can’t