“Why don’t you get out?” “Because I’m not wearing anything.” My heart crashes against my ribs before coming to a screeching halt. “I won’t look.” Her head tilts. “Why don’t you get in?” “Why?” Her lips twitch. “So I can see what I’m signing up for. Are you husband material, Beau Eaton?” “Probably not.” I smirk. “But if you want to show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
