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Chapter Seven
Eventually Abby must have slept, for dawn was casting tendrils of light through the bedroom curtains when she felt Mike gently pull away. She thought she felt a small kiss atop her head, but she was not certain. He left the bed.
She turned, chilled by the sudden absence of his comforting warmth. She felt herself blush even as she admired the hard masculine contours of his still-bare body.
He smiled briefly, looking a little uncomfortable as he began to search for the shorts he had cast aside the night before. "Sorry I woke you," he said over his shoulder as he pulled them on. "I was going to get you up when I was dressed. Hannah will be coming to make breakfast soon. My room is in another wing of the house."
She wondered how he had heard her cry out in her sleep if his room was not nearby their special connection? It had, after all, called them

 
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