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“Reuben, I have to get back to work. There’s too much to do.”

“Who is the boss?”

Dear Lord.

“You are. But that doesn’t mean the work disappears.”

“Are you too overworked? Do I need to get you some help?” he asked.

The scary thing was that he looked absolutely serious.

“No, I don’t need help. My workload isn’t too much.”

“Then this argument is just for arguments sake? Because I don’t like that.”

“It doesn’t feel right to nap here.”

“Of course it’s right. I want you to nap. Now, pants on or off?”

She kept her pants on.

And her bra. Which she was starting to regret. Because . . . torture.

This wasn’t going to work. There was no way she could go to sleep like this. It felt awkward. What if someone came through that door?

What if she fell asleep and made noises in her sleep?

What if she drooled?

Yep. Impossible.

Although this couch was really comfortable and so was the pillow. She hated to admit it, but they were far better than her bed in the basement of Cammie’s house.

Well, not that you could call it a bed.

“I can hear you thinking from here.”

Great. Now she was interrupting his work. This wasn’t going well.

“I really think I should go back to work. I’m annoying you.”

“Did I say you were annoying me?” Reuben sat on the coffee table, facing her.

“I can’t sleep like this,” she whispered. “I . . . I just can’t.”

She thought he’d scold her. Order her to sleep. So she was surprised when he nodded. Getting up, he hit the button to drop the blinds.

She sat up slightly. What was he doing?

Then he turned off the lights.

“You won’t be able to work,” she protested.

“But you’ll be able to sleep.”

“Reuben . . . ” Just when she thought he was all bossy commands, he showed her a caring side that was almost impossible to resist.

Who are you kidding? It’s definitely impossible to resist.

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