He shrugs, and the bedspread shifts, revealing another bit of taut male abdomen.
Which I glance at. For a brief instant. Because as an MBI agent, I’m trained in the art of observation and not because damn, the man has a nice set of abs.
“I guess nudity doesn’t bother me that much. I mean, all of my patients are nude.”
“They’re dead.”
“So?”
“So hopefully you’re not attracted to your dead patients,” I say.
His face lights up. “Ah. So you only have a problem with nudity when you’re in a position to find the naked person attractive.”
“Yes.” Wait. “No, that’s not it. I…”
I have no idea what to say. This whole area feels dangerous, like I’m walking blind through a swamp. “You know what?” I finally manage to choke out. “Keep the blanket. I don’t need it.”
“So generous of you.” He stays on his side, watching as I crouch down to plump up my pillow. “You know, I read an interesting article about the number of germs found on hotel room floors.”
I freeze. He keeps talking.
“Most people don’t take their shoes off when they walk into their hotel rooms, so they track in everything they’ve stepped in all day. In a normal town, that would mean germs from dog feces and chewing gum and everything else. In this town, I think we can safely add pig crap.”
What would Sally do? Would she sleep on a pig-crap-infused carpet, with only a pillow, just because her pig was snoozing naked in the queen-sized bed beside her?
I snatch up my pillow as I make up my mind. “Ground rule two—no touching,” I snap as I stand up and drop the pillow back onto the bed.
His smile turns distinctly smug, that obnoxious dimple flashing. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“I mean it.” I slide gingerly under the coverlet, keeping enough slack in the blanket that I don’t expose Grayson’s…anything. “If I wake up to find you cuddling me, I will break your arms.”
He rolls back onto his back. “Believe me, Agent Jensen. You may be the least cuddly woman I’ve ever met.”
“Believe it or not, I take that as a compliment.”
I shift around, being careful not to cross the invisible center line between us. If I just hold very, very still, I won’t accidentally brush against…anything.
A moment later, Grayson throws the blanket back and swings his legs over the side of the bed. I open my mouth to object to what he’s doing, but before I can speak, he’s on his feet and I finally see that he is, in fact, wearing something: a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants.
Which, in many ways, is even worse than being actually naked.
“I thought you said you weren’t wearing anything under there,” I say, my mouth dry.
“I said I may or may not be wearing anything. Turns out I was.” He heads for the bathroom, his shoulders impossibly broad above his narrow hips.
“You may be the most annoying man I’ve ever met,” I say to his retreating back.
He pauses at the bathroom door. “Believe it or not, I findthatto be a compliment.”
CHAPTER 7
Ican honestly say no cuddling took place that night.
Snuggling, though…there may have been a little bit of snuggling.
By me.
Because it was cold in that room! And that bedspread was thin.
