Page 64 of The Savior

“What?” Why would he call her out like that!

He pressed his lips together as though her leap across the couch were funny and not necessary. Maybe Liam was someone who laughed under pressure.

“Maybe I do smell funky, huh?”

Yeah, that was it.Her mental eye roll nearly somersaulted. But maybe she should thank him for giving her a graceful exit from additional bumbling antics.

She wrinkled her nose and waved her fingers to ward off a nonexistent stench. “The funkiest.”

“We can—” He thumbed toward her dining area table. “Sit on opposite sides?”

Her eyebrows arched. “For?”

“While we whittle down a plan?” he reminded her.

Oh, cheese and crackers.She needed time to pull herself together. “Why don’t you just go grab a shower?”

He hesitated, and she thought about him in her shower.Cheese and crackers, again!A wave of heat rushed over Chelsea.

“Either way, I need a smoothie.” She popped up, content to take the mental image of Liam naked and showering to a deep grave—or at the very least, her kitchen.

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