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Me: I guess I'm going to wake him up.
April: Call me so we can hear if you need help. I'll send Callan if you need him.
Me: Okay.
I dialed April's number and greeted her in a whisper. "I'm going in."
"I'm here."
And then I pushed open my front door and stepped inside quietly, shocked all over again by the naked man sprawled on my couch. Only this time, I wasn't shocked that he was there. I was shocked that of all the couches in Singletree, this completely perfect specimen of naked manhood happened to land on mine.
Sure, he could still be a psycho killer, but that didn't take away one little bit from the fact that the guy in front of me snoring lightly as a hockey game screamed out of the television in front of him could have been the star of a classic painting.
Muscled legs, sculpted abs that I could count if I peered closely enough, miles of golden skin covered with a light smattering of fine blond hair. Lips that were just full enough, but not too full to be masculine, and a chiseled jaw that showed hints of that same blond hair in a light stubble.
The other parts down below also appeared more than adequate, but I wasn't going to stand here meat-gazing a potential serial killer. Still... impressive.
It was time to wake him up.
I steeled myself and then reached out one finger to press between his perfectly molded pecs.
"Um, hello?”
CHAPTER4
ROCK
RISE AND SHINE
It had been a long day. Hell, it had been a long couple of years, up at dawn to work out, all-day practice, and in bed later than I should have been. Wash and repeat for a couple years, and you might understand how a guy falls asleep naked on a couch.
For one thing, I like walking around naked.
For another, I was actually halfway between the shower and the kitchen when I realized the Quill Boars had scored while I was in the bathroom getting ready to shower, and I ended up sitting down for a minute to watch the Roosters pound them back into the ice.
But I was sleepy.
Still, the last thing I expected was to be awakened in my own apartment by... well, by anyone. It was my apartment. Granted, there were a few random items here and there that certainly did not belong to me, but I was too tired and too used to Aunt Nattie's strange ways to think much about any of it.
I was dreaming about mashing Elliot Neville's bearded face into the glass—he was my biggest rival and I often had triumphant dreams where I took revenge for him tripping me as I was about to score in last year's championship game—but my dream ended abruptly.
With a very pointy finger in my chest and very wide eyes staring down at me. I saw these eyes, a startling shade of blue, through the one eye I popped open as the finger repeatedly jabbed at me.
In a flash, I grabbed the intruder's pointy finger and held her in place. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice rough with sleep and irritation.
"Uh. Um. Now, hang on just a second!" She snatched her finger from my grasp and took a few steps back as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "You're the one in my apartment, so I am the one who will be asking questions. Who are you?"
"Rock Stevens."
My name seemed to confuse the intruder. Her dark brown brows drew together, and her full pink lips pulled down into a frown. Then, irritatingly, she asked. "Rock? That's your name?"
"Not the point here, sweetheart." This woman, though definitely falling somewhere close to the better end of the attractiveness spectrum, was missing the point. "What are you doing in my house?"
"My house?"
"My house, like I said." I rose to stand, and realized at that moment that I was one hundred percent naked. And even though it wasn't morning, certain parts of me were wholly faithful to the idea that upon rising, one should, uh... rise.
I turned and snatched a throw pillow off the couch, wondering as I did so where Aunt Nattie had gotten this pink furry pillow. Was it supposed to be fake fur? What kind of animal was longhaired and pink? What a strange choice of pillow.
