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He didn’t want to move. He was afraid if he moved, he’d wake her up, and then this whole amazing dream would vanish into thin air like the fairytale it must be. Girls like Jenny McAllister did not come home with guys like him.
But there she was, a stray beam of sunlight pushing past the closed mini-blinds and touching her hair, turning it to purest gold. Her beauty astonished him, especially now, with her hair tumbled and the mascara she’d worn for the wedding smudged under her eyes. That didn’t matter. Smeared makeup couldn’t hide the fine lines of her cheekbones, the straight, perfect nose, the curve of her mouth. Its corners were turned up slightly, as if she smiled at something in her dreams.
Was she dreaming of him? It seemed pretty presumptuous to think that he occupied her thou
