Chapter 4Russell flipped on the light switch, thankful the power was still on… for the moment. Riley gasped.
“What?” he asked.
“You… you… you're n***d,” she burst out, turning her back on him as though examining the wall with great intensity.
“Oh, right. Sorry. I'll be right back.” Grinning, he stalked through his great room and into the bedroom, where he pulled out a pair of lounge pants and a sweatshirt. Might as well be comfortable. When he returned to the living room, he found Riley still standing by the wall, looking nervous.
“Welcome to my home,” he intoned, sweeping his arm to take in the space.
She turned to him, blinking. Then she looked around, apparently noting the sofa made of rough-hewn logs and cushions upholstered in red and black plaid, two leather armchairs, a brick f
