The sound of Nick growling furiously on the phone as she came into the kitchen following her shower made her roll her eyes. Only he could have a mind-blowing orgasm as he called it and then turn around and completely lose his s**t under an hour later.
Her hair was still damp, though it was brushed, and it hung loosely down her back. She didn’t have a stitch of make up on and she was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and one of her father’s old flannel shirts over it.
She met his eyes as he sat at the table his fists in tight balls on either side of his laptop and his cell phone precariously close to the edge of the table. The words he’d been delivering to the manager of the Tennessee chocolate plant stopped mid sentence as Nick immediately rose from the table and stared at her, looking her up a
