Page 16 of Unwrapping Love

“There are eight of us,” he said.

“Wow. I’m glad I’ve only got one sister. I couldn’t handle any more.” She was staring at him while she stood next to the bed. “Do you mind if I take a shower and change into something more comfortable?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said. He’d just try to not think of her naked up here. “I’ll go do the same.”

He turned and left and hoped he could get through the next few days alone in the house with a woman who had him more confused than ever before.

5

SEEMED TO GET HER

Saylor sat on the bed composing herself.

It wasn’t the first holiday she’d be without family.

That wasn’t the big deal.

Not even that she was in this gorgeous house she’d never be able to afford or even rent.

It’s who she was with for the time they were stuck here.

And she thought of the wordstuckbecause there was nowhere to go.

Which was a lie since the house was big enough for her hormones to have space so they didn’t reach out and yank Rowan close.

You know, to just run her fingers through his hair and see if it was as velvety soft as it looked.

Or the beard on his face—was it as silky as his hair or rough and would leave marks on her body?

She jumped up quickly and ran her hand across her face.

Those thoughts needed to escape her brain immediately.

She unzipped her bag and removed her clothing. What little there was.

Traveling light was easier since she had extra clothes or shoes at her grandmother’s.

Now she only had two pairs of underwear and bras, not counting what she was wearing. Another pair of jeans, leggings, and three shirts, with socks. Nothing to sleep in other than one of her long-sleeved shirts.

She was positive there was a washing machine and dryer here so she could do laundry tomorrow if she had to.

The clothing she was wearing had been covered in anxiety-driven perspiration, sweat from running around the airport in her fleece jacket and lugging two bags the whole time, and now the heat of being alone with a sexy man who actually seemed to get her.

Had that happened to her much in her life? Nada!

Why did it have to be under these circumstances?

She grabbed what she needed to change into after her shower, put the rest of her clothes in a drawer, then brought her bag into the bathroom and unloaded her toothbrush and toothpaste, lotion, and makeup bag, which contained nothing more than face cream, foundation, blush and eyeliner that she barely wore.

She set her bag on the floor in her room, then opened the bathroom closet to get a towel. Thank God there was a hair dryer there and everything else a woman might need, including razors!

Not that she’d grab it now, but hairy legs and arms drove her nuts.

She opened the shower door, saw the shampoo and conditioner, along with a bar of soap and body gel. Jackpot. Expensive shit too.

Once the water was hot enough, she stripped and climbed in, letting the spray wash away her tension-filled day.

Twenty minutes later, she was walking down the stairs, the TV still on, and Rowan sitting on the couch with his feet up onthe lounge section, a roaring fire licking the surrounding bricks, and a bag of chips next to him.