Still, as tired as she was, and as relieved, she couldn’t find escape in sleep herself. How daunting it was to realize she’d come to a point in her life where she wasn’t sure of her moves.

Love didn’t run on logic. It didn’t follow neat lines or a list of priorities. Yet, in a matter of days, the bond that had brought them together would be broken. They would go into court, and it would be resolved one way or the other.

Now was the time to face the what-happens-next.

He’d asked her to move in with him. Rachel shifted to watch the pattern of shadows on the ceiling. It could be enough. Or much too much. Her problem now was to decide what she could live with, and what she could live without.

She was very much afraid that the one thing she couldn’t live without was sleeping beside her.

He shuddered once, made a strangled sound in his throat before ripping himself awake. Instantly she moved to soothe.

“Shh…” She touched a hand to his cheek, to his shoulder, stroking. “It’s all right. Everything’s all right.”

“Hurricanes,” he murmured, groggy. “I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

“Okay.” She rested a hand on his heart, as if to slow its rapid pace. “Go back to sleep, Muldoon. You’re worn out.”

“It’s nice that you’re here. Real nice.”

“I like it, too.” One brow arched as she felt his hand slide up her thigh. “Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish.”

“I just want my T-shirt back.” He moved his hand up her makeshift nightie until her warm, soft breast filled his palm. Comfort. Arousal. Perfection. “Just as I thought. This is a completely nonregulation body.”

The stirring started low and deep, working its way through her. “You’re pushing your luck.”

“I was having this dream about the navy.” His fatigue had everything moving in slow motion, making it all the more erotic when he slipped the shirt up and off. Her arms seemed to flow over her head and down again like water. “It makes me remember what it was like being at sea for months without seeing a woman.” He lowered his mouth to flick his tongue over her. “Or tasting one.”

She sighed luxuriously, and even that slight movement heightened his need. “Tell me more.” His mouth met hers, so soft, so sweet.

“When I woke up just now, I could smell your hair, your skin. I’ve been waking up wanting you for weeks. Now I can wake up and have you.”

“Just that easy, huh?”

“Yeah.” He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Just that easy.”

She trailed a finger down his back as she considered. “I’ve got only one thing to say to you, Muldoon.”

“What?”

“All hands on deck.” With a laugh, she rolled on top of him.