“You fall asleep like a child,” he murmured. “You should be in bed. My bed.”

Lee sighed, content to stay where she was. “Too far.”

With a low laugh, he kissed the hollow between her neck and shoulder. “Should I carry you?”

“Mmm.” She nestled against him. “ ’Kay.”

“Not that I object, but you might be a bit disconcerted if Bonnie happened to walk downstairs while I was carrying you in, naked.”

She opened her eyes, so that her irises were dusky blue slits under her lashes. Reality was returning. “I guess we have to get dressed.”

“It might be advisable.” His gaze skimmed over her, then back to her face. “Should I help you?”

She smiled. “I think that we might have the same result with you dressing me as we do with you undressing me.”

“An interesting theory.” Hunter reached over her for the brief strip of ivory lace.

“But this isn’t the time to test it out.” Lee plucked her panties out of his hand and wiggled into them. “How long have we been out here?”

“Centuries.”

She shot him a look just before her head disappeared into her shirt. She wasn’t completely certain he was exaggerating. “The least I deserve after these past two weeks is a real mattress.”

He took her hand, pressing her palm to his lips. “You’re welcome to share mine.”

Lee curled her fingers around his briefly, then released them. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“You’re worried about Sarah.”

It wasn’t a question. Lee took her time, making certain all the clouds of romance were out of her head before she spoke. “I don’t know a great deal about children, but I imagine she’s unprepared for someone sharing her father’s bed.”

Silence lay for a moment, like the eye of a storm. “I’ve never brought a woman to our home before.”

The statement caused her to look at him quickly, then, just as quickly, look away. “All the more reason.”

“All the more reason for many things.” He dressed without speaking while Lee stared out into the trees. So beautiful, she thought. And more and more distant.

“You wanted to ask me about Sarah, but you didn’t.”

She moistened her lips. “It’s not my business.”

Her chin was captured quickly, not so gently. “Isn’t it?” he demanded.

“Hunter—”