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Autumn kissed Maggie’s cheek. “There, all cleaned up.”

Placing Maggie in her cot she gave her the pacifier and covered her with the blanket before rubbing a finger over her cheek, all the love and wonder she felt building up in her heart.

Walking out of the room behind Mitch, she pulled the door almost closed. The broad expanse of his shoulders in front of her made her body ache to touch him, her fingers almost reaching for him, only stopping herself by sheer will power.

“Why are you sleeping on a goddamn air mattress?”

Autumn was taken aback as he rounded on her, his face tight with irritation. She blinked, not expecting the question or the tone in which he’d asked it. Her own temper flared at his high handed manner, and her eyebrows rose as her hands went to her ample hips.

If it was one thing Autumn had, it was tits and ass, and she used them to her advantage now because she sure didn’t have height on this man, but she could throw down attitude with the best of them. “Excuse me?”

He stepped close, and she saw the muscle twitch in his jaw as he looked down at her, his body towering over her own. “You heard me. Why the fuck are you sleeping on the floor?”

“It is not the floor, it’s an air bed.”

“Bullshit, it’s the fucking floor. You need a real bed so you get some decent rest. No wonder you’re fucking tired sleeping on that piece of shit.”

“I sleep fine.”

“Of course you do, honey.”

The sarcasm wasn’t lost on her, neither was the sweep of his eyes over her body.

“I have a baby. Tiredness is in the job description.”

“Well, it won’t be because you have a shit bed, not on my watch. First thing tomorrow we’re going bed shopping so be ready.”

His arm banded around her and hauled her against his body as he kissed her hard. His tongue plundered her mouth as her body went slack against the onslaught of desire that had her leaning into him. As fast as it began, it was over and he pulled away, his hand still holding her hips steady as she swayed on her weak legs.

“Damn, woman, you pack a punch.” Before Autumn could respond, he was at the door, regarding her with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand on the door. “Lock up.”

Autumn nodded and moved to do as he said, her fingertips brushing her lips, a smile echoing over her face.