Not every night, unfortunately—Xander had a couple of double shifts when he’d had to stay at the station. But at least Monday night and Wednesday night she’d been able to go to sleep in his arms again, as she had Saturday. Each morning after, she had woken up to watch him sleeping beside her, once again amazed that she could have found him so suddenly and fallen for him so fast. He was becoming an addiction. Every minute she spent with him was both a gift and a revelation. For a man who insisted he was nothing special, just a regular guy, he always managed to surprise her. Each time they were together, he would invariably say something that shocked her, made her think or made her laugh. After she’d had a really crappy day on Monday, including a big fight with the manager of the printing company who did all the Burdette Foods sales circulars, he had insisted on rubbing her shoulders. He’d then gone out for pizza and had come back with a bouquet of flowers, probably purchased off the back of a roadside truck, but so pretty and genuine, she’d felt all blubbery.
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