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Judging by the dead silence emanating from the living room, Kate was already passed out. Jack couldn’t blame her — she’d been through hell today, and even though she wouldn’t suffer any permanent damage from the accident, he knew she needed to sleep, to let her body finish the healing process Alba had begun. He’d actually been surprised by how recovered Kate had seemed already, enough to sit up at dinner and eat with a healthy appetite, and to help him with pulling out the sofa bed and getting it set up with sheets and a blanket. This was actually the first time he’d ever used the damn thing; in the past, when a woman had slept over, she sure as hell wasn’t sleeping on the couch.
Which led him to his current conundrum. It was absolutely imperative that Kate stay here until the killer w
