His grin widened. “Good. So, want to tell me what you’re doing up at two a.m. with the T.V. on?”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I’m a pretty light sleeper.”

“I’m so sor—”

“Abby, stop saying you’re sorry. It’s okay. I’d rather wake up than not. I wouldn’t like to think of you needing me and me snoring away in bed.”

“Oh no, you snore?” she teased.

“Brat.” He walked forward and sat next to her. Then to her surprise, he lifted her, blanket and all, onto his lap. “All right, talk. What’s going on?”

She squirmed around on his lap. He let out a low groan. “Baby, you got to stop moving like that.”

She froze. “I’m sor—” She bit that off as he sent her a sharp look. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Just being around you makes me...uncomfortable.” He winked down at her.

“It does?” she said breathlessly. He really did want her that much?

He raised an eyebrow. “Being around me doesn’t turn you on?”

“Oh no, it does. It really does. And I wish I didn’t just say that so emphatically.” Her gaze dropped away. She was such a dork.

He placed a finger under her chin and raised her face. “I like that you don’t hide what you’re thinking. That you’re not one of these women who pretends something she doesn’t feel. Or likes to play games. I just want Abby. Smart, sweet, kind Abby.”

“Oh.” She melted even more. “I don’t think anyone has ever said anything that nice to me before.”

“Then that’s a crime. Now, tell me why you’re up.”

“I had a nightmare.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell you to come get me if you needed anything? Want to tell me why you instead snuck downstairs, in the dark, when you could have tripped and hurt yourself, to turn on the television?”

“Yes...but...well, I thought that was just something people say. Not that you actually wanted me to do it.”

“Abby, two things about me. I don’t offer to do things I don’t want to do and I don’t say things I don’t mean, okay? Believe it or not, I’m not that polite.”

She grinned at that. “Okay. Sorry.”

“I’m sorry you had a nightmare, baby. Tell me about it.”

It wasn’t a request. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves dancing around in her stomach. “It was that man, the one in the parking lot of the diner. He was smiling at me, but it was an evil smile. And he was walking towards me with this huge pair of pliers and then he said, which finger did I want him to take first? That’s when I woke up.”

She felt a tremble work its way through her. Then he pulled her even closer, running his hand up and down her back. “It’s okay, baby. Nobody is going to get to you. No one will hurt you. Not with me around.”

But what about when he left?

She buried her face into his chest to try and prevent herself from thinking about that moment. She just had to take as much of him as she could while h

e was here.

“No wonder you couldn’t get back to sleep. But I wish you had woken me up.”

She shrugged. “I figured I would watch T.V. until I felt sleepy again.”

“You can’t stay up half the night watching T.V., though.”

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