“Si, amigo.” She batted her eyelashes. “Gracias. Do you have food?”
“Nothing interesting.”
“No problem. I’m not here for the food.”
“You’re adorable.”
“So are you.”
He rolled his eyes.
“You are. You created that fabulous Beaver Bunch in secret to surprise my family on Christmas. If that’s not adorable, I don’t know what is.”
He hadn’t thought about the timing. Whoops. “I didn’t mean for it to be a?—”
“Maybe not when you couldn’t predict how long it would take, but look how perfectly it worked out.”
“Guess so.” He gave her a quick kiss. “I need to go wash up. Then we can see what’s in the fridge for dinner.”
“You want to eat first?”
“Probably should while we’re thinking about it.” The moment he left the warmth of her body, he craved her all over again. He could easily forget food altogether. “And you need to call Claudie.” He climbed out of bed.
“I just remembered I didn’t bring my phone.”
“You can use mine.” He headed for the bathroom. “I’ll get it in a minute.”
“I’ll just snuggle in and watch the fire.”
“Please do.” He stepped into the bathroom and glanced at the lucky cuss in the mirror. Mila Bridger had just made love with him.
He dealt with the condom and turned on the water so he could wash up. What if he hadn’t found that box? Hiding it behind the TP made no sense.
Although it might if he’d been trying to keep himself from making this move. But she’d convinced him it wouldn’t affect his relationship with her family, no matter how things turned out.
He wanted to believe that. She should know after living here since she was five, when Spence Bridger had become the man she called dad.
He wished he’d known the guy Mila revered so much. Spence sounded like the kind of role model he’d searched for his entire life.
When he walked back into the bedroom, Mila was sitting at the foot of his bed wearing her sweater and jeans.
She gave him a smile. “I dressed for dinner.”
“Wouldn’t need to. I pulled down all the shades.”
“I noticed. But I don’t tend to strut around naked. If you do, don’t let me stop you.”
“I don’t strut around naked, either.” He walked over to his dresser. “But under the circumstances, I’d rather wear sweats than jeans.” Pulling out a pair, he stepped into them and tied the drawstring.
“Going commando, I see.”
“Yes, ma’am. More efficient.” He tugged on a sweatshirt.
“I left off my bra. For efficiency.” She flashed him.
He sucked in a breath. “You’re playing with fire, lady.”
“So are you, going commando and bragging about efficiency. Now my panties are wet again.”
