Janey found Joe asleep on the sofa in Doc’s office. His arms were tossed over his head, and his long body was sprawled awkwardly over the too-short sofa. She delighted at the sight of him. He was always there for her when she needed him, and she couldn’t wait to be married to him in two short weeks.

That she’d once fancied herself in love with someone else seemed so foolish now that she was completely, totally and forever in love with Joe.

Approaching the sofa, she bent to kiss his lips.

He woke with a start. “Oh. Hey, babe,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his face. “How’s Buddy?”

“Having a nice drug-induced snooze at the moment.”

Joe reached for her. “You look beat. Can you close your eyes for a minute?”

“Maybe one or two.”

Before she knew what had hit her, he had her arranged on top of him, her head tucked into his chest and his arms around her. “Very smooth.”

“Why thank you.” He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Get some sleep. I’ll listen for Buddy.”

“He’ll be out for a while yet. You could go home if you wanted to.”

Joe tightened his hold on her. “I’m right where I want to be.”

Janey let go of the tension from the long, stressful night. “Thanks for being here.”

“You did a great job. You saved Buddy’s life and Sydney’s sanity. I’m so proud of you.”

She raised her head to kiss him. “That’s sweet of you to say.”

He framed her face and held her still for another kiss. “Watching you take control of the situation—even though you had to be panicking on the inside—was very sexy.” Another kiss, this one with a touch of tongue thrown in.

Janey smiled at him. “Is that so?”

“Mmm,” Joe said as he outlined her mouth with the tip of his tongue. “Very.”

Wanting to encourage him to keep kissing her, she squirmed on top of him.

“Watch the merchandise,” he muttered.

She ran her hand down his belly to cup his erection. “This merchandise?”

“Is there any other?”

“Not for me.”

Laughing, he said, “Good answer. You think Doc Potter has this place bugged?”

Janey took a look around her mentor’s office. “I don’t think so. Why?”

Joe tugged on the button to her jeans. “Because if he does, he’s about to get one hell of a show.”

“I thought you wanted me to sleep.”

“You will. After.”

Grant stood outside Abby’s Attic, the downtown store Abby had opened three years ago. She had created an offbeat success of the Main Street boutique that was part gift shop, part toy store, part eclectic antiques. She’d opened the store after she came home from Los Angeles.