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Nick threw open the bedroom door, only to find Hailey sitting upright in bed.

Alone.

No intruder.

A candle flickered on the dresser, bathing the room in soft, muted light. And the scent of lilac and lavender filled the air.

She wore a white satin nightgown with tiny straps that outlined near-perfect breasts. Her hair, rumpled from sleep, tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. She looked ready to cry.

And in need of comfort.

Don’t get too close, the rebel in him warned. What the hell do you know about comforting women? Turn around and go back into the living room.

But the decent side of him stepped forward, leading him closer to the bed. “Are you okay?”

“I guess so.” A tear welled in her eye, then ran down her cheek. She swiped it away. “Did I scream?”