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She nodded.

“In your car?” She nodded again.

“Do you need something to sleep in?”

“Yes, please.”

Micah stared at her and then gave a terse nod. “All right. Come with me.”

He started down the hallway.

Patsy sighed and followed him, trying her best not to stare at his ass in those sweatpants. He stopped at a door on the right, reached in, and turned a light on then jerked his chin for her to enter the room. She glanced around. It was a nice room with a queen size bed with a white headboard and the bed was covered in a red comforter. A matching white dresser sat along a wall with a small flat-screen TV perched on it.

“Thank you.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.”

He moved out of the doorway but quickly returned and tossed a white T-shirt onto the bed. “You’re more than welcome to take a bath or shower before going to bed. It might help you relax. You’re safe here, Patsy. Goodnight.”

He pulled the door closed then she heard another door close.

Picking up the T-shirt, Patsy held it up. It would look like a dress on her. She placed it to her nose and inhaled. It smelled so good. Taking a deep breath, she entered the bathroom to shower.

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Micah sat on his bed and rubbed his hands down his face.What the hell am I supposed to do with her?

He stood and pulled his T-shirt off over his head then stripped off his sweatpants and crawled between the sheets. He had to get up early in the morning. Well, later this morning now. He shook his head. She was going to just calmly sleep on his couch until he got up in the morning. He chuckled then sobered.Damn pixie.

He rolled over, punched the pillow, and closed his eyes but they didn’t stay shut for long. He was awake.

Patsy Murphy was a beautiful woman. Her dark blonde hair streaked with lighter shades hung past her shoulders. She had freckles sprinkled across her pert nose, and her eyes were a dark brown. She was a little thing, but she had a body and face that could take a man’s breath away. He’d thought so the first time he saw her. He’d never been into petite women and he stood at least a foot taller than her. At six-four, he hated bending over to kiss short women. It all evened out in bed though.

He grinned. He wouldn’t mind proving that with Patsy. But she didn’t like him much. There had been tension between them from the beginning.

He’d see what he could find out tomorrow about Victor White hiring someone to go after her. What good it would do White, Micah had no idea, for he was sure White was on death row. Right where the prick needed to be. White just wanted to prove apoint was all Micah could think. Kill the woman who helped put him away.

He rolled over onto his back and clasped his hands behind his head. He’d find out who was doing White’s bidding from prison. It wouldn’t be too hard to figure out. The FBI had been keeping a close eye on White’s men. Just waiting for them to fuck up. Micah yawned, closed his eyes again, and wondered why Patsy had come tohim.

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Patsy tossed and turned until light filtered through the mini blinds. She opened one eye and peered toward the window. Did the man not own curtains? A row of three windows sat along one wall with only the blinds on them. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and stretched then tossed the covers aside and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She tugged the T-shirt off over her head and placed it on the bed then pulled on her shirt and jeans, cocked her head, and listened. The house seemed quiet. After visiting the bathroom, she tiptoed to the door leading to the hall and slowly opened it to peer out. She didn’t hear anything, so she walked through the hallway and entered the living room. It was empty, so she headed into the kitchen and came to a halt when she saw Micah standing in the small breakfast nook, drinking coffee, and looking out the window. He had on black dress pants with a white shirt. A blue tie hungfrom around his neck, and a black shoulder holster completed his outfit.

“Good morning, Agent Turner,” she croaked then cleared her throat.

Micah turned his head to look at her, and her breath hitched.

“Don’t you think you should call me Micah? We are living together, after all.”

“You wish,” she muttered and felt the heat in her cheeks when he chuckled.

He had the most beautiful smile. Deep dimples appeared in his cheeks, and his teeth were white and perfect.Damn him.

Micah carried his cup to the sink and rinsed it then walked back to the table and lifted his jacket from the chair back. He put it on.

“I don’t know what time I’ll be home. I’d prefer you not go anywhere. Where’s your car?”

“Down the street.”

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