“I’d kill to see you without your shirt on.” Jasper barked a laugh. It was hoarse too, like he didn’t laugh enough. Sad. Should I give him a hug? Too busy contemplating that question, I didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. Jasper reached a hand behind his head, fisting his shirt. Whoosh. Shirt gone. “Holy. Freaking. Abs.” My jaw dropped. “Six. Definitely six.” “Eight,” he corrected. “Count again.”
