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“So when do we get to sleep in your bed?”

Jessie put the last dish in the dishwasher and turned. Justice sat at the table with his

laptop open. He’d slept every night at her house for the past four days but in the

evenings he still had hours of work to complete. In the mornings he was gone before

she woke and stayed gone all day. He left the office in time to share dinner with her and she appreciated it, knowing he was a workaholic. Her father hadn’t ever been that

considerate when she’d lived with him and Justice obviously made the effort to spend

time with her.

He didn’t look up. “We can’t.”

She frowned. “I haven’t seen your house yet and I’d like to.”

He finally glanced up from his screen. “Jessie, I have too many people visiting my

house. They are always dropping by for one reason or another and I have a Species

male who