“Insomnia isn’t an uncommon condition, you know. Surely there must be some solution. If you can’t sleep at night, why don’t you light some lamps? Read some books. Warm some milk. See a doctor for a sleeping powder.” “Those aren’t new ideas. I’ve tried them all, and then some.” “And nothing works?” Those drips counted the silence again. One, two, three . . . He trailed a light touch up her arm. Then—slowly—he leaned forward. And whispered in her ear, “One thing works.” His lips brushed her cheek. Minerva stiffened. Her every nerve ending jumped to attention. She didn’t know whether to be
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