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Alexandra couldn’t believe she was doing this. “I’ll get you some blankets. You can sleep on the sectional tonight. If Rick phones back overnight—”

“I know. I’ll be out of your hair. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“It’s okay,” she mumbled.

“Thanks…for the couch. I owe you.”

She rolled her eyes, heading out of the room. “I’ll be back with the blankets and a few pillows.”

He shouted out to her, “If you find any of the stuff I used to wear over here while you’re upstairs, can you bring me a sweatpants or something?”

Crap.

She had been so busy when she got back from Tucson, she never went through the drawers where Wilkes kept his things. Maybe it was a good thing he ended up here tonight. Well, not really, but she could purge the place of Wilkes’ stuff.

Just in time for Bash’s visit this weekend.

God, that sounded so damned awful.

She returned with linens, a couple of pillows, and one of the t-shirts and sweatpants he had left behind. Wilkes was really still in the game, stripping off his shirt in front of her, exposing his tanned, chiseled chest before he threw on the t-shirt. She turned to leave. This was too much.

“Stay with me,” Wilkes whispered.

“It’s not a good idea, Wilkes and you know it.”

“Look at the size of this sectional couch, Lex. It’s big enough for half a dozen people to camp out on.”

“I need to sleep in my own bed.”

“Please. I promise, I’ll sleep over here, and you can sleep over there. I won’t so much as breathe in your direction.”

“Sorry Wilkes. I’ve already gone way too far. Good night.”

Heading back upstairs, Alexandra let out a long breath. She got to her room and slipped out of her clothes, throwing a large t-shirt on before climbing into bed. She tugged the light covers up over her shoulders and closed her eyes.

I hope Bash will forgive me.

That was the last thing she thought of before she fell asleep.