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amazing, nude body.
    Okay, a comedy would be good right now. Distracting.
    Seneca scrolled down her options, but she wasn't really paying attention. She was so focused on the sound of the shower. She stood up and grabbed the shopping bag from the truck stop in Spokane. They had not been able to get clothes from home when they fled, so they had gotten what they could at a huge truck stop.
    Ansel got a T-shirt and pair of basketball shorts, but Seneca's options were much more limited. She finally settled on a small men's Seattle football T-shirt, and a box of winter fresh mints.
    She popped a mint in her mouth and sucked on it as she watched TV. The channels scrolled down the screen, and when Seneca heard the water stop, so did she.
    Her breathing grew shallow and she stared at the door, wondering how she would possibly make it through the night. The door opened. In an attempt to look bored, Seneca pushed the select button on the remote.
    Feminine moans filled the room as a sex scene from a cable movie was just getting started. Ansel's eye went wide, and she crushed the TV guide button. But the sex scene was still playing as loud as ever, in the corner of the screen.
    "Sorry," she said, her cheeks on fire.
    "No, I'm sorry."
    Confused, Seneca looked at him for the first time, and it was a big mistake. He was wearing the basketball shorts, and nothing else.
    "If you want some privacy, I'll go back in the bathroom." 
    His muscular chest and massive arms were not what got her. It was his grin. A lopsided, little grin that made her far from annoyed.
    "I didn't mean to…select that channel," she explained. Badly. "It was on…that." Seneca grabbed her football t-shirt, and headed for the bathroom. "I'll just go change my shirt."
    Ansel's dark brows furrowed as he stared down at her pants. "You're not going to sleep in your jeans, are you?"
    "I don't have much choice." She scuttled past him, but he stopped her.
    "Here," he held up his T-shirt. "You can wear mine. It's an extra-large, so it's probably longer than your nightgowns back home."
    Tempted, Seneca stared at the T-shirt, thinking he was half right. She had tried all kinds of fancy nightgowns, but always ended up in a long T-shirt and nothing else.
    Reaching up, she rubbed the sleeve of his big shirt between her thumb and forefinger. It would be so much more comfortable than sleeping in jeans, and she was so damn tired.
    "Thank you." Seneca took the shirt. Needing to be far away from him, for as long as possible, she said, "I think I will take a shower." Before heading into the bathroom to do just that.
    ***
    The door to the bathroom clicked closed, and Ansel hit himself in the forehead with the side of his fist.
    "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he whispered, wondering what the hell he was thinking.
    Ansel had just spent an extra ten minutes in the shower, because every time he thought about getting in bed with her, he got hard. And while basketball shorts are super comfortable, they are very unforgiving.
    He wanted to call Dave, but it was not a good idea. They needed to be moving away from a dumped burner phone, not sleeping right next to it. So Ansel just sat there, listening to her take a shower in a stall he knew was big enough for two.
    "Christ!"
    Ansel yanked down the sheets on the side of the bed nearest the door and pulled out his gun. He laid it on the bedside table and got into bed, waiting for Seneca to stop washing that hot little body.
    "Damn it." He punched his pillow, fluffing it, then shoved it under his head and closed his eyes.
    He heard the bathroom door crack open, and so did his eyelids. Seneca stuck her head out of the bathroom door, saying, "Can you shut your eyes while I get in bed?"
    "Sure," he mumbled, but he could not help himself.
    She turned off the light in the bathroom then tiptoed toward the bed, and him. She must have been cold, because her nipples were hard and pushing against his T-shirt in an erotic show of force.
    But that wasn't the worst of