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She tucked her face under his chin. “Where are we going?”

“To my room. I want to hold you while I sleep.”

She made a soft, humming sound of pleasure and curled closer. As he toed her door closed from the hallway, he heard another door open. He turned, Misty held tight in his arms, to see Casey leaving the bathroom.

Casey blinked, then quickly averted his gaze. “I didn’t see a thing.”

“Make sure you don’t repeat a thing, either.”

Casey waved him off, too sleepy to care. Misty groaned. “How do you always embarrass me like this?”

“Why would you be embarrassed?” He went down the hall to his room and once inside he nudged the door closed. He didn’t immediately put her in the bed; he liked the feel of her in his arms, the trusting way she accepted him.

“What will Casey think?”

“That I’ve got too much sense to sleep alone with you nearby.” When she didn’t comment on that he turned her slightly to see her face. Her eyes were closed, her expression relaxed. Not really wanting to, he gently lowered her to the mattress and climbed in beside her. “Sleep, sweetheart. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Before he could pull her against him, she had her arm around his waist, her head on his shoulder and one thigh covering his. And damn, it felt right. He wanted to sleep this way every night for the rest of his life.

Misty kissed his chest. “I’m awake now, you know.”

Her voice was even huskier, and he eyed her in the darkness. “Shh. Don’t tempt me. It’s late and we both need some sleep.” And he fully intended to explain a few things to her before he made love to her again.

Her soft little hand slipped down his stomach, making him suck in a deep breath. “Malone,” he growled in warning. “Behave yourself.”

She sat up, and he expected her to start arguing. He grinned, wondering what she would say, if she’d come right out and admit that she wanted him enough to force the issue.

Instead, she shifted around, and when she curled up against him again, she was naked. She shimmied onto his chest, cupped his face in both hands and said teasingly, “Don’t make me get rough with you, Morgan.”

He stroked the long, silky line of her back to her lush bottom and gave up. “All right, but be gentle with me. I’ve had a trying night.” She laughed at that, her first kiss kind of ticklish and silly. But he had both hands on her bottom now and the second his fingers started to explore she groaned, and for the next hour neither one of them thought of sleep.

MORNING SUNLIGHT nearly blinded him when he heard Misty’s soft, pain-filled moan. He immediately sat up to look at her. She had both hands holding her middle, her mouth pinched shut and her eyes closed. She looked pale. He said very quietly, “Morning sickness?”

She gave a brief nod. “It hasn’t been this bad lately. But I don’t usually wake up with a hairy thigh over my belly, either.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Morgan shifted away from her, trying not to shake the bed overly, then said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” When she didn’t answer, he said, “Malone?”

“All right.”

He pulled on jeans and darted into the kitchen. Honey was there, and Casey and Gabe. They all smiled at him and treated him to a round of inanities. He grumbled his own greetings, then stuck bread in the toaster and water on to boil. He glanced at Casey, who pursed his mouth, silently assuring Morgan he hadn’t said a word about Misty.

Not that it mattered now, anyway. The world would soon know how he felt about that woman.

“What exactly are you doing?” Gabe asked as Morgan dug out a tea bag. Everyone in the family knew for a fact he wasn’t a tea drinker.

“Misty has morning sickness. Mom said nibbling on dry toast and sipping sweet hot tea before she got out of bed would help.”

“Ah.”

Honey started to rise from her chair. “If Misty’s sick—”

Gabe caught her arm, earning Morgan’s gratitude. “It’s nothing Morgan can’t handle. Isn’t that right, Morgan?”

“It’s under control.” He set the toast and tea on a tray and left the room. He heard Gabe chuckling, then some whispering, but