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Kiera woke, with a startled gasp, in a strange bed.
“Conor!” His name escaped her lips in a panicked whisper as she felt the heaviness of his long arm across her waist, weighing her down.
How had she gotten here? And why was he sleeping in her bed?
Frantically she cast back, trying to remember.
Liam had been driving the Jag, carefully navigating the dark rain-washed interstate, while Conor and she sat in the back seat, discussing his new movie contract with a fair semblance of their old comfortable ease. The pounding rain had been hypnotic, and as the miles had slowly dropped away behind them, she must’ve gotten sleepy. So he’d encouraged her to stretch out on the luxurious seat, and rest against his shoulder.
She’d woken once, briefly, to find her head cradled in his lap. He’d sai
