Disoriented, he sat up. His back was so stiff with prickly pain that he wondered if he’d slept on a bed of nails, then he glanced around and almost groaned. He was still in the god-awful house in the woods he’d found to shelter Zoe, her baby and himself. He was on the floor, sleeping atop the comforter that he’d originally spread out for Daphne, but which had become the only place he could sleep while still keeping an eye on her. It was no damned wonder his back ached. Then Daphne slapped him across the nose with her empty bottle. “Don’t try to make up with me now.” Daphne screeched joyfully. “Oh, you’re up.” At the sound of Zoe’s voice, Cooper twisted to face the sofa, where she sat brushing her hair. Damp blond curls fell loosely past her shoulders. Her face had a freshly scrubbed look. His first thought was that even right from a shower—with no makeup and wet hair—she was absolutely gorgeous. His second thought was that she was “up.” Not just awake but full of energy.
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