Nineteen
“Bethany?” Evan looked back over his bare shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
I thought that would be obvious. And with him wearing only a towel, like he’d just gotten out of the shower, he looked ready.
“What do you think I’m doing here?” I tried in my sexiest voice.
“I think,” he said, stepping forward to guide me into the hall and pulling the door halfway shut behind him, “that we need to talk.”
“Talking,” I said, not budging, “was not what I had in mind.”
His failed attempt to back me into the hall brought him within inches. I lifted my hands to his chest and leaned into him. He jumped back so quickly he knocked the door wide open and I stumbled in after him.
Encouraged to see his towel slip lower, I started to shrug out of the trench coat. I had it down to my elbows w
