" What time is it?" " Three a.m. Michael's making a snack. You want anything?" " 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?" " Which game?" " Oh. I guess I was asleep for a while." " 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. "