He grinned. “I’ll pass on the mani-pedis, but I’m down for a pillow fight any day of the week. Preferably in our underwear.” Oh. Picturing Chase in underwear wasn’t helping me keep my mind straight after that kiss. He came to stand beside me on the landing, halfway up the stairs, and I poked him in the side. “Don’t be dirty.” “What?” Chase said with mock innocence. “I wasn’t.” I raised my eyebrows. “Fine, I was. But the offer stands.”
