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Steve had felt Carly rise and couldn’t go back to sleep. Warm, snug between their sleeping bags on the air mattress they’d set out beneath the stars. More sleep had eluded him.
It wasn’t the thought of amazing s*x that filled his mind, though thinking that definitely elicited some very nice thoughts.
He wanted to be around her. He considered whether he should be all worried about getting too attached. He always played clean. But Carly was more than a one-inning gal. For now, he’d enter the on-deck circle and see what happened in the next at bat.
So, he crawled out of the warm cocoon of their sleeping bags into the dawn light and wandered over to the fire pit. There he snagged a mug of coffee that Betsy was brewing on the morning flames. They traded smiles, both pretty damn self-sati
