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“I don’t like you,” she mumbled under her breath, so low he could barely make out what she’d said.

“I noticed,” he whispered back, in resigned acknowledgement of her feelings toward him.

“Even if you are scorching hot and wear sex appeal like a second skin.”

Sloan’s entire body went stiff. Her breathing was still even and her body hadn’t moved away from where she’d spooned with his. Was she awake?

“You think I’m sexy?” he asked, curious as to whether she’d respond and, if so, what she’d say.

“You are so hot you melt my insides just looking at you—but don’t think I’ll ever tell you that,” she answered, her body still relaxed against his. “I won’t, because I don’t like you.”

Asleep. She was talking to him in her sleep. No way would she have just said that and not gone all tense if she were awake.

Sloan grinned. It no longer mattered that Cara didn’t like him, because apparently she was as physically aware of him as he was of her. Somehow, at that moment, that seemed a lot more important in the grand scheme of life than merely being liked.

“Goodnight, Cara,” he whispered against her hair, brushing his lips against its silkiness in a soft kiss. “We’re going to have this conversation when you’re awake, because looking at you melts my insides, too, and I do like you. I like you way too much.”