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Dani would never admit it, but she liked Crews's house. She liked the wide open spaces, the clean, uncluttered lines of it. The lack of fuss, of pretentiousness. Of restrictions. A person could relax here.

Of course, a couch would be nice.

She rolled over in bed and ran her hand over the white cotton sheets, enjoying the smooth, crisp luxury of the high thread count. Her hand came to a stop next to the red head on the pillow next to her. She had to curl her fingers into her palms and clutch the sheets tightly to keep herself from stroking that hair.

That's not why she was here.

She was here because, in a moment of temporary insanity, she'd let her new boss kiss her – had even kissed him back. What was wrong with her, she didn’t know.

She blamed the quake. The earth shouldn't move under your feet; it was unnatural. It upset the natural order of things, turned the world upside down. Suddenly perfectly sane women found themselves seized with the urge to drive to their boss's place and violate even more laws of nature and good taste, and had to force themselves to drive to their partner's instead.

If anyone would understand temporary insanity, it'd be Crews, right?

She could crash on his couch, and he'd keep her from doing anything crazy. It's not like he didn't have the space.

Of course, she'd forgotten Charlie didn't have a couch.

Afterward, she'd lay in bed next to him with the sweat cooling on her skin. "How'd we end up here?"

She felt Charlie smile against her shoulder. "The place and the time and the event where truth reveals itself," he'd murmured.

"The truth reveals itself?"

"The truth reveals itself."

"And what truth is that?"

"The truth that it's time we got some sleep."

Except she hadn't been able to sleep. She was glad Charlie had nodded off, though. He looked tired.

How had she ended up here? For the want of a couch, she thought, and laughed silently.

The couch? Who needed it!


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