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    Rolling over, she set it on the nightstand then closed her eyes, trying to fall back into blissful dreamland, but her dry throat demanded she find water. Smoothing down her nightshirt, she wished it were a couple of inches longer. Of course, she could always pull on yoga pants and a sweater, but her trip to the kitchen would be quick.
    Peeking out into the hallway, Olivia listened for Sawyer. They might be roomies now, and had known each other for years, technically, but that didn’t mean she was comfortable wandering around nearly naked in front of him. The way he’d looked at her tonight, fully clothed, had been enough to send her heartbeat drumming in her ears.
    Light seeped from under his bedroom door. It was earlier than she’d expected him to call it a night, but he was a top dog at Sterling Enterprises and maybe he was one of those executives who got up at the crack of dawn to workout, so he went to bed earlier than most. That would explain the muscles.
    She crept down the hallway, curious about the rest of the apartment. Sawyer hadn’t given her the full tour of his place— their place—earlier, but she didn’t mind. She’d been too caught off guard by his good looks, his filled out and grown up body, and the sexy glint in his eyes when he’d welcomed her to pay attention to apartment details.
    Stop, she scolded herself. Friend zone only. No trespassing, remember?
    Past a tastefully appointed living room, which was far too put together to belong in a bachelor’s apartment, she spotted bright lights reflecting off a stainless steel fridge. She trailed her hand along the back of the couch as she walked by, stopping to stroke the throw blanket draped across the cushions. She couldn’t imagine a guy like Sawyer under a blanket like this in the evening, watching TV. The thought of Sawyer’s bare chest was enough to make her mouth go dry. Well, drier than it already was.
    Most likely the blanket had been put there just for looks. Not for long. She could already picture herself snuggled into the big armchair in the corner, bundled up in the soft, knitted throw, reading.
    Walking through the doorway, Olivia froze at the sight of Sawyer leaning against the counter, head tilted back while he chugged orange juice directly out of the container. A dribble of liquid escaped the side of his mouth and rolled down his neck.
    Olivia swallowed, salivating as if she’d been starving a week and had just been granted access to a Vegas-style buffet. She inhaled through her teeth, her breath skipping into her lungs.
    He startled, lowering the jug of juice. The liquid sloshed as he shook it. “Want some?” he asked, holding it out toward her.
    “No thanks. I need a glass of water.”
    He grinned then drained the rest of the container before tossing it into the recycling bin. “I guess I should start using a glass, huh? It’s been a while since I’ve had a roommate.”
    “Probably wouldn’t hurt, although you’re safe with orange juice since I don’t like it.” Or at least she didn’t like it last time she’d had it. Having just watched it drip down his body, she wasn’t so sure she felt that way anymore.
    “Glasses are in the cabinet to the right of the sink, on the middle shelf. Or if you prefer, there’s bottled water in the refrigerator.” He spoke as if he wasn’t uncomfortable sharing his space.
    She wished she could say the same. Eventually, she hoped to feel comfortable in this apartment, but she currently felt like a visitor spending the night. It was awkward to wander around as if she had a right to be there, like it was home.
    “I’ll grab a glass. I prefer not to throw out plastic bottles if possible. I usually have a reusable one with me, but I must have left it at Aidan’s. I’ll stop by his place tomorrow to pick it up.”
    “You’re not one of those crazy environmentalists, are you? You’re not going to throw red paint on my leather coat or anything?” He eyed her, clearly