Mara POV
Mara took one cautious step toward the refrigerator.
Another.
Her sneaker clipped something soft.
Not furniture.
Not a rug.
Skin.
She sucked in a sharp breath. “What the ”
Her gaze dropped.
Bare feet. Big ones. Dusty heels. Toes relaxed in a way that screamed unconscious.
“Oh my God.”
Her pulse exploded.
She rounded the corner fast, heart slamming against her ribs and then she froze.
A man lay sprawled across the polished wood floor, one arm bent awkwardly beneath him, the other stretched toward the counter. A towel clung low around his hips, damp at the edges, as if he’d come straight from the shower and never made it farther.
He was enormous.
Broad shoulders. Thick arms. Defined chest rising shallowly. Thighs that looked like they could crush boulders.
Mara’s bra
