Much as I love roasting him, I can’t ignore the very annoying fact that his body looks fantastic.
So good.
Which is sounfair.
Harris catches me staring and wipes a hand down his chest, drawing my eyes there. “Are you checking me out?”
“I—” I scramble for an excuse, coming up empty. “No! Your shirt is dripping wet. It’s disgusting.”
Really, Lucy? His dripping-wet shirt is disgusting? Liar, liar, pants on fire... lamest retort to ever retort—and embarrassingly transparent.
Harris hums—he does not believe me for a second. Then does the thing I did not want him to do: reaches for the hem of his tee.
“Don’t—” I beg, knowing what’s coming.
Too late.
We all watch as, in one smooth motion, he yanks the shirt over his head, then drops it onto the dock with a wet slap, leaving him in nothing but those damp shorts and work boots.
Water beads along the planes of his smooth chest, trailing down his abs—abs that, to my absolute dismay, look like they’ve been carved out of granite.
I swear the sun hits him just right, casting shadows onto his six-pack.
Where the hell did Annabellefindthis guy?
Seriously.
He isn’t giving lumberjack. He’s giving ...
Model.
The kind of guy who walks around shirtless and lets water spill down his bare body.
I swallow hard, resisting the urge to do something undignified—like drool.
The worst part?Harris knows I think he’s good looking.
Then, as a test to my willpower, he runs a hand through his wet hair, shaking out the excess water in a move so effortless, socalculated, it nearly makes both my brain and my vagina short-circuit.
Iabsolutelyrefuse to be impressed.
“You know what you’re missing?” I force the words to sound cool. Force my gaze to his face.
Harris tilts his head, intrigued. “Oh? Do tell.”
I let the moment stretch. “A flannel shirt. Maybe a little plaid.”
“Wow. So my raw, natural talent isn’t good enough for you?”
I blink innocently. “What talent?”
Wally nearly chokes laughing. Bill claps him on the back.
Harris narrows his eyes at me, but amusement flickers there. He steps closer, shaking his head. “Youreallyenjoy testing me, don’t you?”
I flash him my most innocent smile. “What? I’m being honest.”
“Don’t count me out yet. The event is a long way off.”
