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Or damn?

When he turned into the living roo back to th

e bedrooain Although he’d pulled on a pair of black dress pants, his mussed hair, dark stubble, and bare chest had her pulse tripping all over itself

She noticed he had her nightgown fisted in his large hand as she stood The contrast of the delicate, light pink silk against his large, tanned hand made her stomach flutter Too bad he hadn’t taken it off her instead of picking it up from the bathroom floor

Stop thinking like that!

“Is this yours?” he asked

“One would assume—unless you have one exactly like it?” she quipped as she crossed the room to meet him

His thick, dark brows hovered low over his whiskey-colored eyes “Did your apart burn down?”

She shifted her gaze to his hand She’d only taken ti to the pink nightgown hadn’t faded one bit “I don’t know that it burned down The firefighters were still working when I left”

“Why the hell didn’t you say so last night?”

She couldn’t tell if the roughness in his voice was anger or guilt

Loyal—feel a huht

“What does it matter?”

“You should’ve told me”

“Why?”