I knew now what I had to do. I glanced at the clock and silently cursed. I was almost out of time. Slow, careful, I untangled myself from Buck. Making a sound low in his throat, he shifted and I froze. One heart-thumping minute later, I slid off the bed and dropped to the floor in a crouch. I stared at him, silently counting, waiting. When I hit one hundred, I crept to the closet and grabbed what I needed as quietly as I could. Clothes in hand, I risked opening the bedroom door inch by inch. The excuses were already on the tip of my tongue if he woke up. I was thirsty, I didn’t want to wake him, my stomach hurt, whatever. Please, God, don’t wake up. The bedroom door open a scant ten inches, I looked back at the larger-than-life man sleeping in my bed. A thread of doubt left a twinge in my stomach, and my heart caught in my throat. I shimmied through door. I found my purse on the kitchen counter and took my cell and wallet.
