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Robin ignored the knock that had woken her and the rattle of the doorknob that followed. After a long moment, a set of heavy steps walked back down the hallway and thudded slowly down the stairs.
About a minute later, the heavy footsteps returned and she heard a key unlock the door.
Didn’t Mickey get that his pack outside the door meant go away?
A chair scraped on the wooden floor and creaked as someone sat in it close beside the bed.
Go away, Mickey.
She kept her head under the covers. It was hot under here with all her clothes on, but Robin was not going to talk to Mickey while she lay in a bed. They had made love in tents and under the stars along the banks of Larch Creek, in both broad daylight and soft twilight. They had yet to do so in a bed and she sure wasn’t going to star
