Hot Shots
Fun.
Okay, then.
By the time Josh rang the doorbell, she had her overnight bag packed with a naughty nightie she'd picked up in Lexington on a whim, and enough lotions and sprays to perfume all of Lucasville. Josh had said casual, so she'd decided on her dressy jeans and a short-sleeved lightweight navy-blue summer sweater. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
There he was, in all his masculine glory, tight jeans and a Henley shirt outlining every muscle in his body. She would have asked him if she looked okay but the look in his eyes, darkening to melted chocolate, said it all. A muscle twitched at his jawline.