Remember that hug?
She’d carefully repressed that memory. But it came back to her in a rush now. His arms hadn’t gone around her, but she’d felt the power in them. Had he hugged her, he could have squeezed her so tight.
Those biceps were gigantic. She was willing to bet he gave good hugs.
“Katrina?” He grabbed his T-shirt from where he’d slung it over another bench and pulled it on.
She snapped out of her hypnotized state. What had he been asking? Something about his pecs? Or the way the white T-shirt clung to his sweaty man chest? “Yes.”
“Yes, what? Something’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Then what do you need?”
“Yes.”
“What?” He took a few steps toward her.
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”
He spoke slowly. “Why are you here? Is something wrong?”
“Oh. No. Um. I woke up, and...” She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. “I was sleeping.”
“I know. I saw you.”
“Right. I fell asleep. I don’t normally fall asleep, but here we are. I think I’m groggy. Yes, that is why talking is hard. Anyway, how was the vet visit?”Yes, good brain. Go to a neutral non-muscle-related topic.
“Good. Doodle is in great health. No chip, no one who’s called looking for her. I ran into Bikram and he says he still has a few neighbors to hear back from, but no leads yet.”
Yes, she would be happy about all of this when she could concentrate on what he was saying with his mouth and not what he was saying with his abs. “Cool.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, then. I’ll go shower—”
No, he needed to stay looking like this. “Hey. Didn’t you say you’d use this time to teach me self-defense?” she blurted out, and immediately nearly kicked herself.Looking for ways to get closer to him? Control yourself.
“Self-defense?” His beautiful thick brows drew together.
She tried to laugh. If she could play it off as a joke, maybe they could let this whole thing go. “A silly idea. Sorry. I was—”Visualizing what it would feel like to have your hands touching me in any way possible. “You know. It was a thought.”
“It’s a good thought. I did say I could show you some stuff,” he said slowly, flustering her more.
She opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again. Actually, though it had been born of sexual brain fog, it wasn’t a bad idea. “Yes. Ahem.”
“Do you want to do it right now?”
She stared at him. Why would he say that? Yes, she wanted to do it right now.
“Katrina?”
“Yes.” She gave that yes a little too enthusiastically. “Sure.” She glanced down at her clothes. “Are my leggings okay or do I need to change?”
He cleared his throat. “Leggings are good.”
