Page 25 of Welcome Home for Christmas
Curiosity moved through her. She’d spent time looking at his face. Now she wanted him to return to sleep so she could have a good, long look at his chest. Hairy or bare? Did he have one of those six-pack abs that begged someone to run their fingers over them?
“Great. I’ll go make us some.” She scooted toward the open kitchen coming off her living room. That was one of the problems with having a small town house. The only real place to get away was her bedroom. Not that she had many guests stay overnight, and never any of the male kind anymore.
She poured the grounds into a filter, ran the water through the coffee brewer, and turned it on. From the corner of her eye she saw Troy sit up, his bare back turned to her. Her gaze lingered along his tanned skin. His shoulder blades were deeply defined as was the line that ran along the center of his back, dividing him into two glorious pieces. No tattoos, she noted. At least not on the back.
“Can I offer you breakfast?” she asked, hoping he’d turn. She just needed one little peek at the front of his body.
“Sure. Whatever you normally have is fine with me. I’m not picky.” He spoke over his shoulder.
Darn.
Allison walked to her fridge and dipped to look inside. She had a loaf of bread in her extra freezer in the laundry room. She could make French toast. “I’ll be right back,” she said, heading in that direction. She lifted the lid of her freezer, mentally chiding herself all the way.
This was crazy. She didn’t need to be making Troy breakfast. She needed to be kicking him out of her home right now. If people knew that he’d stayed overnight, they’d get the wrong idea and think that she and Troy were…Her cheeks flushed just thinking about it. Her imagination had taken liberties with Troy last night, before the attempted break-in. And after.
Allison straightened with the frozen loaf of bread and realized there were voices coming from the front room.
A male and a female’s voice. Troy’s and someone else’s.
She had company, and a lot of explaining to do.
