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Wesley was nodding off by the time she was halfway through the Magic Treehouse book he’d picked for her to read. Closing the book and setting it on the nightstand, she whispered a goodnight to him as she petted damp bangs off his forehead. Standing, she plugged the night-light she’d found in his carry-on into the wall by the nightstand and flicked it on.
As she came out of the room, she found Stanton staring at her keenly from across the open space. He slowly uncoiled his body from the couch and prowled toward her like a lethal predator. With a chin lift in the direction of his bedroom, he dipped his head and murmured, “I want you n***d and in position.” His voice was a low growl by the time he finished giving his command, more animal than man.
Sammi dropped her eyes and moved past h
