Chapter Six
“You’re up early.”
A deep masculine voice made her squeak. She’d put one foot on the top step and had the front door in her sights. The sun had barely touched the horizon, and it was early enough that she thought she might get out of here undiscovered.
Sneak out of here, more like it.
She ignored her snarky inner voice, turned and wished she’d made a bolt for the door instead.
His sleep-mussed hair hung low over his forehead in a messy tangle. His eyes were heavy, blinking fatigue away. He swept his fringe back with a negligent stroke through his hair, making her chest tight.
His pyjama pants hung low on his hips, just below the jut of his hip. He wore a plain white T-shirt that did nothing to hide his flat stomach and broad, well-proportioned shoulders. He was watching h
