What time is it?"<br />"Three a.m. Michael's making a snack. You want anything?"<br />"Um...no. Thanks." She slid off the couch and then stood there like an idiot, unwilling to leave because he was still smiling and...she liked it. "Who won?"<br />"Which game?"<br />"Oh. I guess I was asleep for a while."<br />"Don't worry. We didn't let the zombies get you." This time, his smile was positively wicked. Claire felt it like a hot blanket all over her skin.