She wasn’t about to confess to him that his mere presence on her couch robbed her of her faculties. She could smell him, for God’s sake. The laundry detergent from his clean shirt combined with the spice of his soap was enough to drive her nuts. Smell-triggered memories for everyone. Unfortunately for her, Gannon’s scent triggered an endless marathon of X-rated scenes in her head that made sitting platonically next to him almost physically painful.
