“And then going to bed.” He raised a brow. “Didn’t realize you were afraid of a little bare skin, Rosie.” Damn him for using words from that night in the garage. Bristling, I walked around to my side of the bed and sat on the edge of it. “I’m not.” “Then why are you perched on the bed like you were the other day on your desk?” I could hear the slight humor in his voice. “I don’t bite, remember?”
