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Of course, living with her for two weeks might cure him of some of that.

Five minutes later, she was dressed in a black tee, hot-pink leggings with black trucks on them, and she had her feet propped on Scott’s coffee table with her computer open on her lap.

She went through her emails, checked Facebook, even checked Tumblr. But in the end, she couldn’t keep herself from clicking onto the website she’d been avoiding for months.

The next round of nursing classes started in six weeks. Just enough time to get her prerequisites finished. If she started right now.

Chapter Six

Scott awoke stiff, sore, and feeling slightly disoriented.

It was his couch, his house—he knew all of that instantly. But there was a woman in it. Singing.

And that had never happened before.

He pushed himself up to sitting, his leg protesting, though not as much as he would have expected.

He peered over the back of his couch where the sound was coming from.

And was treated to quite a sight. Peyton was bending over, in tight, hot-pink pants.

Damn, if that woman’s sweet ass was right in front of him every time he woke up, he could get used to thatquick.

And her singing Miranda Lambert a cappella? That was almost as good as the view.

“Hey, Trouble,” he said, greeting her as he had at the hospital.

This time she didn’t gasp though. She turned with a bright smile that slammed into Scott’s chest.

“You’re awake.”

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah.”

“You’ve been asleep for three hours.”

Yeah, he felt like it. He just wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. Then he took in the sight around her. She had all six of his kitchen chairs, the coffee table, and the rolling chair from his desk in the guest room gathered in a cluster. Each thing was draped with a number of articles of clothing. Mostly shirts and leggings. Very bright shirts and leggings. In fact, it took him a minute to even find something that was a solid color rather than a multicolored design of some kind. “What are you doing?”

“Photographing some of my new stuff for Facebook.” She held her phone up. “I was going to do it when I got home, but then I moved in here, so I had to bring it with me.”

Scott sat up farther and ran a hand over his jaw. It was scratchy from two days of no shaving. “I don’t understand what you just said.”

She laughed. “I sell this stuff online. Every time I get a shipment, I take pictures to post on Facebook, so people know what I’ve got.”

“Ah.”

Then he took a closer inventory of whatshewas wearing. It was better than the nurse’s uniform. Kind of. It was a very fitted pair of soft-looking leggings that had his palms itching to touch.

Of course, she could have been wearing a potato sack and he’d want to touch.

“You changed clothes.”

“You asked me to.”

“You never do what I ask you to do.”

She turned fully. “Not true. You told me to bend over earlier and I bent over.”

Okay, now he was fully awake.

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