"You should go. You have a lot to do in the morning." "I'm staying tonight. Put on my T-shirt and I'll sleep in my jeans in case someone's wandering in the night. But I'm staying." "Your mother will know you spent the night with me..." "I dare her to say one word to me," he said. "I want to be with you." Franci wanted to argue, but not really. She pulled on his shirt as he told her to and enjoyed the scent of him. She was vaguely aware of Sean slipping into his jeans and she smiled to herself. She knew he liked to sleep in the nude and would be uncomfortable, but she appreciated his protection of Rosie's innocence. And when she woke hours later in the predawn, she found Rosie curled against his chest, sleeping between them, safe and content. *"