“You carry a sweater in your bag?” Half statement, half question. “You never know when you might need one.” She took it from my hands with a grateful nod and slipped it on. A little warmth glowed in my chest. I liked having that for her and I sure as hell liked seeing her in it, even though she was hiding the best rack in three counties under it right now. I’d have to commit it to memory. “You’re saving me from wearing a bathrobe over this getup.” Her smile flicked a different switch inside me. One that sent the blood rushing to another part of my anatomy it had no business rushing to as I
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