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Michael roused with the early rays of
sunlight creeping around the heavy drapes over the window, but he
lay still as awareness returned. Ilene’s head rested against his
chest, and his left arm draped over her side. Her hair smelled warm
and womanly and vaguely of the shampoo the hotel provided. A wave
of possessiveness rolled through him with such force he almost
shook with it. But he remained still and content to enjoy the
closeness. It wouldn’t last. Would he ever get it again? The
verdict wasn’t in on that yet.
Ilene woke a few minutes later. Her sleepy
brown eyes opened. For a moment, she looked confused, then she
lifted her face and her slow smile dazzled him. His body woke with
a vengeance and snapped to attention. Parts of him got even more
intent when she bega
