When she returned, Afton found that Ryan had not only started the fire, but arranged some of her throw pillows in front of the grate. Plus, he had fastened his tie around his head and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down to his navel. Now the fire cast a sheen on his firm but pale chest.
"Come on!" he coaxed with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes. "Pour the brandy and come join me."
"Ryan." Afton said his name like a school teacher or mother who had just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. Now she battled with dual thoughts: either tell him to leave or go along with his suggestion. After all, this was the quintessential night for lovers, and if Mac could wine and dine Regine and then get her supine, than Afton should be able to enjoy her date's overtures as well-and w
