Perhaps we bonded in trauma. Perhaps I had some weird hero worship for him because the first time we met, he saved me. And he did it naked. I giggled. Ryan turned his head, warily glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “Whatcha doing over there, Carrot?” “Thinking about you naked.” The rude sound he came out with made me smile. “Then why the hell are you laughing?” Really, he was so sensitive. First his jacket, his Jeep, and now his wiener. And Jamie called me high-maintenance. Please.
