Bunny out of the doorway as he led Charlie into his apartment. She moved to the center of his living room, crossing her arms over her chest. “Not one more word that you’re imposing,” he said when she opened her mouth. Like he was going to put her in his car and drop her off at some motel. He bit back a smile when she snapped her mouth closed and glared at him. On the drive back, he’d debated the sleeping arrangements. His apartment was a one bedroom, and his preference would have been to have her in his bed, but not when he thought she might jump out of her skin if he touched her. “I’ll take the couch, and you can have my bed.” He’d purposely bought an oversized sofa that would fit him for stretching out and watching weekend ball games. Besides, he was used to sleeping on any surface from the rocky ground to the hood of a Humvee. “No. I’m small. I’ll sleep on the couch.” She marched over and sat in the middle as if claiming the space.
