The sight of Chloe in his Cubs jersey startled Julian. He noted the hint of cleavage before his eyes were drawn to her long, bare legs. Oh, such legs. When he'd given her free reign to find some of his clothes to wear, he hadn't considered what she would actually pick out. Shorts and a t-shirt, perhaps, or something a little less revealing. Was she trying to drive him nuts?
"Let me hang my stuff to dry," she said as she wiggled her way past him down the hall. "Meet ya in the living room?"
"Sure," Julian said. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at her backside before turning to the living room.
Outside, the storm raged with great fury. Thunder from each lightning strike blended into the next. The wind thrashed the old elm trees in the front yard. It was a particularly violent storm, tho
