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Nash Dazed and confused. After staring up at the ceiling for a while, I rolled over to look at her side of the room. I felt like I had been hit with a stun grenade, temporarily blinded and disoriented, while my ears throbbed with the force of the flash-bang known as Daphne Redhawk. I scrubbed my hand over my face, and was reminded that I was in dire need of a shave. I also desperately needed to sleep, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind long enough to catch some shut-eye. Normally, I was a man who could sleep any time anywhere, even in the middle of a battle zone. It was a matter of survival, to be able to shut off and turn it back on at will. Which only confirmed that Daphne was going to be the death of me. I lay on the bed for another hour before I rolled up to a sitting po