She hesitated in the doorway, her casual greeting dying on her lips. Ben sat at the breakfast bar, clad only in a pair of worn jeans. He’d obviously only been out of the shower a short while himself. He looked up and smiled, no trace of disapproval or displeasure in his expression.
“For a lady who just went through one hell of an ordeal, you sure look fine.”
Fran swallowed, took a deep breath, and finally managed to speak. “I think I’ll live. My face and arms are a little sore and I kept the water in the shower pretty cool, but I’m feeling better than I expected. Did I smell coffee?”
He nodded, taking his disturbingly intent gaze from her face. “I’ll get you a cup. Are you hungry?”
If he doesn’t get a shirt on, I’m liable to make breakfast of him! The uncharacteristic thought embarrass
