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"Who's the sexiest man in the world?"

Alexis giggled. "Wow, the whole world, huh? Let me think about this a minute."

He bit her shoulder, hard. "Ow."

"That was for not answering the question correctly."

"I haven't answered it at all yet," she laughed.

"My point exactly. My name should have popped from your mouth without delay."

"The doctor said to ask me easy questions. Not ones I would have to think about."

Jack growled, then gave her a searing kiss that had her toes curling. "Well, after that kiss, I would have to say you are the sexiest man in the world."

"Damn straight. Now, go back to sleep."

She happily complied, snuggling against his chest, stealing his warmth.

Jack kept his promise by waking her with feather-light kisses on her lips. She wrapped her arms around him, bring him closer to deepen the kiss. "I want to wake up every morning like this," she said, stretching lazily beside him.

"I think that could be arranged," he said, with a sleepy, sexy grin. "Do you remember all the questions I asked you last night?"

Alexis laughed, "It would be hard to forget them."

"Okay then, I want you to recite, only the answers, back to me."

"You're acting weird."

Jack gave her a frown. "You'll pay for that later, but for now, humor me."

Alexis thought for a moment. His first question waswhat do you see withand her answer waseyes. Then the next question waswhat rhymes with doveand the answer waslove. The last question waswho's the sexiest man aliveand her answer wasyou. Eyes love you.

Alex smiled. "I love you, too."

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Steph was right, the media were brutal. They stayed locked in the penthouse for a week, waiting for the fuss to die down. Jack worked in his home office, rescheduling meetings, and pretty much driving Becky insane. Mase and Gage each came for a visit. Gage brought Cassie. Alexis still wasn't sure whether they were dating, but it certainly seemed so. She'd have to call Cassie and get the whole story from her.

She'd talked to her sister. She was understandably upset that she had to discover from the media that her sister had a stalker. Alexis tried to explain her reasoning, for her not wanting Emily to worry when there was nothing she could have done. Yeah, that didn't fly. Emily was pissed and didn't speak to her for a week.

Steph came by every day after her shift. At first it was to check on Alexis, to make sure she was okay, later in the week it was to relieve Alexis of her boredom while Jack was working.

After a couple of days, she got over her need of having Jack within touching distance 24/7, but she still wanted him near. She liked knowing he was a shout away. She didn't know whether that would change in the future, but for now it worked. Jack didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to like it as much as she did. If they were in separate rooms, he would text her every so often, to make sure she was okay and if they were in the same room, he was constantly touching her.

So, they might still be a little clingy, but after the trauma they both endured, it was understandable. Maybe they would get over it in time, maybe they wouldn't, but seeing as they were both happy with it, who's to say that it was wrong.

Life slowly got back to normal. The media backed off when new and more sensational news hit the scene. Jack went back to work, but Alexis didn't go back to the dealership. She decided to remain Jack'spersonalpersonal assistant. The thought of being away from him all day was too much to bear.

The following Wednesday, a week and a half after the kidnapping, Alexis was in the kitchen rinsing the dinner dishes. She had just wiped down the counter, when she felt Jack's arms encircle her waist and his chin rest on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" His lips tickled the little hairs at her nape.

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, putting the sponge down and drying her hands on a towel.

"We haven't really talked about what happened."

She turned in his arms. He backed up a step, still holding her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his chest. "There's not much to talk about. She's dead. It's over."

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