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Zane looked down at Ava as she slept. She was curled into him with her head on his shoulder and her golden hair spread all over the pillows. She had never looked so innocent and beautiful. Zane wanted to trace her face with his finger, but he didn’t want to disturb her. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and saw it was almost five in the morning. She deserved to sleep some more. He was satisfied just looking at her. It was a new thing, waking up with someone in his bed. He tried to avoid actually sleeping with the women he had sex with. Sleeping together seemed to invoke intimacy, which he didn’t want. But Ava, she looked right in his bed, like she was the thing that had been missing from it until now. As he looked at her and gently played with the ends of her hair, he had to be honest with himself and confess that he loved her. Even in his own head, those words sounded grand and terrifying to him. He had no illusions about who he was or what he did. He was a selfish man who