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*Tia* I can’t remember the last time I have slept so deeply, so soundly. Feeling completely rested is almost enough to make me believe I’m safe. With a low moan and a languorous stretch, I slowly open my eyes to a room awash in faint light and my husband at the washstand, slowly guiding a straight razor up his neck and over his chin. He wears only trousers. My mouth goes dry as I take in the sight of his broad shoulders and muscled back. I have seen and felt the evidence that he doesn’t spend his days lounging about, but still the perfection of his bronzed physique is a bit unsettling. Not an ounce of excess fat on him. He is all corded muscle, ropy sinew, and strength. I am quite mesmerized observing the play of his muscles as he shaves. “You’re awake, I see.” His deep voice slices thr