Six more hours to Boston. Fire and Ice were counting sheep now that the adrenaline had worn off. She�d held out a little longer, sharing silence with him as she stared out the window. Strange that this would be the first time that a woman would ever wake up next to him. With her boy-toy and his rival in the backseat. Fully clothed, no less. Now that�s a matter of opinion. That nightgown is fuckin� indecent. He wondered if sleep altered the reaction of her skin to touch. Only one way to find out. She smiled in her sleep. Pervert. "You�re asking me to trust you�well, there�s little of that around"

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