Luke brushed her hair back and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
“This has to be the best way ever invented to wake up,” Harper sighed.
His laugh was soft. “I hate to leave this bed, but I’ve got an early meeting and I want to get in a run first.”
“You’re such a grownup,” Harper sighed. “I should probably get up and pay taxes or clean out the gutters or something.”
“You stay here. I need you rested for when I come home this afternoon.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Luke dropped a kiss on her shoulder and slid out of bed. “Get some more sleep, sunshine.”
She rolled over and buried her face in his pillow.
Harper didn’t know how long she had slept before she was jolted awake by something landing on her butt with a solid thwack.
“Mmph.” She rolled over and squinted up at Luke. He dropped a newspaper in front of her.
“Why are you throwing news at me?”
“Because you’re in it.” He stood, hands on hips, next to the bed.
Harper shoved herself into a seated position and opened the paper. It was front-page coverage of the Not-So Polar Plunge. It opened with a very large picture of her being carted out of the water in Linc’s arms.
“Oh, crap.”
“Yeah. That doesn’t happen again.”
“Near drowning? Or me being carried around by a buff firefighter?”
Luke didn’t laugh. He crossed his arms over his sweaty t-shirt-clad chest.
“You really don’t like him, do you?”
“He’s an ass. And I don’t like any man’s hands on you.”
“Are you getting territorial? You’re not going to pee on me, are you? Because I am not into that.”
“When you’re sleeping with me, you’re sleeping with only me.”
Her arm snaked out, and she grabbed a fistful of shirt, yanking him down to her. “It so happens that I have the same rule. So right back at you, Captain.”
He tugged the sheet down and palmed her breast. “Just so we’re on the same page.” His mouth closed over hers, forcing her head back.
When she moaned, he swore and pulled back. “Damnit, Harper. You’re making it very hard to go to work.”
She reached out a hand to cup him through his shorts. “Yes, yes I am.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
She forgot about their dinner guests until Gloria texted her Monday morning to see if there was anything besides apple pie she could bring for dinner. Harper slunk into Luke’s office to break the news.
“Hey. You want to get some lunch?” he asked, looking up from his monitor.
“Uh, yeah, sure. But I forgot to tell you that we’re having Gloria and Aldo over for dinner tonight.”
He stared at her for a beat. “When did this happen?” he asked finally.
