He forcefully ignored the continued use of his brother’s name. “Then why were you crying?”
She sat up and put her arms around him, burrowing close. “Because it was so wonderful.”
His heart pounding, Dane hugged her back. “I didn’t hurt you?”
She laughed. “Maybe a little, but I didn’t notice…until after.”
He pressed her back down on the bed and stood. “I’ll be right back.” With those words, and one last glance at her naked body, he left the bedroom. He wanted to make sure the apartment was secure for the night. There were three windows, one in the kitchen over the sink, but it was too small for an intruder, and one in the living room on that same wall. He checked to make sure it was locked, then realized the window was so old and warped, opening it would be a true effort. He’d be in the bedroom, so he wasn’t worried about that window. He’d already locked the front door when he’d first come in. He glanced at the phone, scowled, but put that particular worry from his mind. Right now, he wanted to concentrate on Angel.
He peeked in on Grayson to see the baby sleeping soundly. He’d been afraid their commotion might have disturbed the infant, but Grayson was snuggled warm and comfy in his crib. He lay on his side, and one chubby cheek was smooshed, his rosebud mouth slightly open.
Damn, Dane felt good. He hadn’t felt this good in…He’d never felt this good. Angel was the perfect bed partner, wild and abandoned and responsive. She burned him up. She was also sweet and caring and strong.
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