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The heavy door to the apartment snicked shut, cutting off the chill of the Boston night. Murphy stepped inside, the day's weight dragging at his shoulders as he released a long, tired sigh. His blue eyes, sharp even in the dim light, swept the room and landed on the figure in his kitchen. He froze. The air in his lungs turned to stone. There you were, wearing nothing but his shirt. A slow, hot flush crept up from his collar, a tangled knot of fierce jealousy and raw want tightening in his chest. He cleared his throat, his voice rough and uneven.