Did that mean that he took their almost lip-lock seriously? Or was it an in-the-moment kind of thing? She didn’t want to think too hard on either scenario. In fact, the only thing she wanted was to go to bed and forget tonight ever happened.
“I think we should just call it a night,” she said.
He stared her down as if calling her bluff. But in the end, he gave a big shrug of indifference. “If you say so.”
He stretched his arms over his head and his shirt followed, exposing a band of tan muscle and sinew that was so lethal it should require a concealed carry permit. Then he stood up, chucked the shirt altogether and climbed into bed—her bed!
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her voice quivering at the sight of him in a state of near nakedness.
“Where else do you expect me to sleep?”
“Anywhere but there.”
He stood, grabbed a pillow, ripped the comforter off the bed, and stretched out on the floor. It didn’t help the situation since the comforter only covered him from hip bone down. Then he did the unthinkable, he crossed his arms under his head and those biceps exploded into some deadly guns that had her panties catching fire.
“Anywhere but this room, Thor.”
“My room is flooded and soon to be filled with fans. The other rooms are torn down to the studs. I’m open to suggestions.”
She stared him down like a hunter to a grizzly. “If I find out you staged this, I will kill you.”
He grinned. “Not a setup. I promise.”
Even though she believed him, what were the odds that a camera crew showed up right when the pipes burst and were also glued shut?
“You can sleep in your cot. Drag it down to the garage. You can sleep anywhere for all I care. Anywhere but within ten feet of me.”
“Good thing this bedroom is fifteen by fifteen.”
“Gah! You are so annoying. Go sleep in your truck!”
The moment the words came out of her mouth a loud rumble shook the room and a streak of lightning lit up the sky.
She looked up at the ceiling. “Are you kidding me?”
“You still want me to sleep in a steel truck in the middle of a summer storm?”
She sighed. “I might not like you, but I don’t want you dead. Not on my account.”
He dumped the comforter back on the mattress, pulled back the sheets, and slid all the way into bed.
“Excuse me. What are you doing?”
“We just had this discussion. I’m going to sleep.”
“I never said we were sharing the bed.”
He opened one eye. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
Yes.“You look like a mouth breather. I don’t sleep with mouth breathers. They drool.”
“Oh, you won’t have to worry about me drooling, but Taters might be a problem.”
The giant dog pranced up and down the bed in circles and curled up in the middle, leaving no room for her. “At least now I don’t have to put up a pillow wall.”
She walked to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pj’s Kiki had bought her for Christmas that seemed fitting for the moment—an oversizedSome people ride the crazy train. I drive that bitchshirt with little choo-choo leggings. She headed to the bathroom.
Poppy paused at the doorstep. Looking over her shoulder, she pointed two fingers to her eyes, then his, in anI’m watching yougesture. He did the same, only pointed to her ass.
