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    an ass out of yourself! She knew in her heart that he’d only said those things to get back into her pants again. She desperately wanted to
    believe he felt some kind of affection for her, but to allow herself that kind of hope was forbidden. Wrapping his towel around his waist, he
    took her hand and slowly led her out of the bathroom.
    Entering the bedroom, he drew the towel from her body, tossing it
    on the floor. Dropping his own, he lay on the bed, pulling her to him,
    until she was draped over his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he
    nuzzled her neck, humming in approval.

    * * * *

    She was so soft. She fit perfectly against his body. Whenever he
    was with another woman, he had a fear he would break her. He didn’t
    think about that with her. She wasn’t fat, just curvy, a real woman.
    Rainne was so beautiful in the elaborate lighting setup she had

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    throughout the apartment. She had Christmas lights strung from floor
    to ceiling, tracing the corners. It was ingenious, more than enough
    light to see, but it was soft, warm, like her.
    “Get some sleep, kitten. The cavalry arrives at dawn.” Burying his
    face in her hair, he breathed in her scent. She smelled like rain. As he pondered that, he slipped slowly into sleep.

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    Chapter 8

    James was abruptly awakened by the sound of someone clearing
    his throat. His eyes flew open, and he instantly held Rainne closer.
    Through narrowed eyes, he spied his team standing in Rainne’s
    bedroom. Possessiveness boiled up in him, and he tugged on the
    comforter to make sure they didn’t see her naked body. That wasn’t
    for anyone but him. Five men were standing by the door, their faces
    holding amused smirks. James mouthed the words, “Get the fuck
    out!” and motioned with his arm. As the team exited the room, he
    shifted Rainne out of his arms and tucked the blankets around her.
    Yanking on a pair of sweatpants, he knew this morning would be one
    of the more interesting he’d had in a long time.
    As he slipped into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee, he
    couldn’t help but be aware of the snickers from his crew as they
    watched him. Leaning against the counter and drinking from the mug,
    he snapped, “Wipe those shit-eating grins off your faces. We’re here
    to work!”
    As the group of men burst into laughter, Alton spoke up
    sarcastically. “Yeah, James, you should follow your own orders.”
    Throwing Alton a murderous glare, he stormed to the front door
    and opened it. “Get your asses down to the bus. We’ll be down to
    meet you.” Watching them file out of the apartment, James couldn’t
    help but get angry at the speculating looks his crew gave him upon
    their exit. He knew he had fucked up by sleeping with a client. It was
    the cardinal rule to not get involved. Not to mention, his crew had
    never witnessed him in that type of situation. He strictly kept work
    and play separate, until now. Strolling back to the bedroom, he found

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    Rainne was already dressed and gathering her music equipment.
    “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean for you to be embarrassed like that.
    They didn’t see anything,” James stammered. He knew she was shy,
    and he felt bad that his team was so rowdy at times.

    * * * *

    Not looking up from her guitar case, she said, “I wasn’t
    embarrassed.” She wondered if the powers that be would strike her
    down for the lie. “At least I know they are good at what they do. You
    know, sneaking in here and everything.” Laughing nervously, she
    moved past him to set her gear by the door. Pulling her phone out, she
    called Markus. “Hey, practice has been moved up. Meet us there in
    like half an hour. Okay?”
    “Um, yeah, no prob. I’ll get hold of the guys and we’ll be there.
    Will your soldier be there?” he asked with a teasing tone to his voice.
    Rolling her eyes, she said with an impatient tone, “Yes! The rest
    of his team arrived this morning.