Spinning around, Brynnon walked away swiftly. Halfway to the front stoop, she heard his truck door open and shut.
She smiled in spite of herself, wiping it away before turning to hold the door open for him.
“Thanks.” He stepped past.
Heat from his body assaulted her, as did the woodsy scent of soap and something else she couldn’t quite name. Whatever it was, the man smelled positively delicious.
After re-engaging the locks on her door, Brynnon started for the alarm system on the wall, but Grant had already beaten her to it. She watched, shell-shocked as he entered the correct sequence of numbers.
“H-how’d you do that?”
“With my fingers.” He looked at her deadpan.
A heated flush crawled up her neck as she gave him a sarcastic smile. “Cute. I meant, how do you know my security code?”
Grant shrugged but remained silent.
“You’re seriously not going to tell me?”
“Nope.”
Too tired to start a whole new argument, Brynnon walked over to a large ottoman she kept in the corner of the living room. She pulled out a blanket and extra pillow before tossing them onto the couch.
“Bathroom’s in the little hallway behind the stairs as you go to the kitchen. There are plenty of towels and extra toiletries in the closet next to it.”
“I know.”
“Right.” Because he’d already cleared the place. “I guess you know where everything is.”
He gave her a silent nod.
“If you get hungry, you’re welcome to whatever you can find in the fridge or cabinets. Although, I should probably warn you...I don’t cook much, so there’s not a whole lot in there right now.”
Another nod.
Brynnon glanced over at the couch and back to him. There was no way a man of his size was going to be comfortable sleeping on it.
Feeling a little guilty—but not enough to offer up her own bed—she said, “I’d give you the second bedroom except it’s set up as my office, so there isn’t a bed in there.”
“I’ve slept on much worse. I’m sure I’ll manage.”
“Okay. Oh, and also, I use the master bathroom connected to my bedroom.” When he didn’t respond, she added, “I just don’t want you worrying about me walking in on you or anything.”
“Wasn’t worried.”
“Good. I mean, I wasn’t either. I just wanted you to know.”
“Glad we got that settled.”
“Me, too.” Okay, she seriously needed to stop talking. “Well, I guess that’s it. Goodnight.”
Brynnon turned away and headed up the stairs. At the top, she thought she heard a quiet, deep voice say, “Goodnight, Princess.”
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