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When I woke on the couch the next morning, Mike was still asleep in the recliner. He had offered me the bed, but I’d declined, and apparently neither of us made it there. Mike had retreated to the recliner after the movie, and we got sucked into late night TV. Of course, to my trained, suspicious eye the apparently accidental, casual sleeping arrangement was anything but accidental. The TV had been turned off, and I was covered with a safari print blanket I hadn’t been wearing last night. I didn’t confront him about watching over me, in part because I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable about something so sweet, and in part because after I’d dropped it he hadn’t brought up my past again.
It was nearly nine a.m. I got the shower before Mike did and dressed in a hurry, pulling on my n
