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Any tiny hint of order that had occurred in the Stage One went right out the window in Stage Two.
He and Zoe had regrettably been woken by the alarm clock rather than their bodies, so there was no time for a rematch. But he certainly enjoyed waking up with Zoe curled up against him.
It was also not his standard mode of operations. He was typically gone from a woman’s bed by two a.m. If she was in his bed, he’d become an expert at sliding out without waking her and going for a run—typically until she was long gone. Marva had slept well apart from him, sometimes in the other bedroom, claiming that her constant need for him made her too restless.
Zoe was snuggled so tightly against him that they might have made love in their sleep and not known it.
But they hadn’t even grabbed a quick
