Nathan ran a hand through his hair as he stepped into the kitchen, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. His hair fell into his face and he pushed it back, mentally checking his next schedule for a haircut.
And then he saw Rosie.
He hadn’t expected to see anyone up yet—not this early, and definitely not like this. She stood by the counter, back turned to him, reaching for a bowl from the top shelf.
His gaze trailed over her—bare legs, damp strands of hair dripping down her back, and the thin, lacy fabric clinging to her skin. It was sheer black lingerie from yesterday that literally concealed nothing.
His throat went dry, but he didn’t look away.
She moved without urgency, completely unaware of his presence. It was the soft way she hummed to herself as she swayed her hips
