Chapter Twenty
Sterling pulled a big blanket over them and settled her on his lap. She sighed and burrowed into him, relishing the feel of it against her skin. “Mmmm. Since when did you develop a taste for cashmere?”
His chest shook against her. “Housewarming gift from Ma. Guess she knows what the ladies like.”
She socked him gently on the shoulder. “There better be only one lady,” she said sternly, then instantly regretted blurting the words. This was supposed to be a no-strings-attached thing. And if she’d learned one thing from watching her mother’s mistakes was that you can’t ever hold a man down. The second you pin expectations to them would be the second they ran for the hills.
Sterling stiffened under her, and she shut her eyes, bracing for the gentle let-down. “There’s no one e
