Chapter 16
Santee didn’t have a clue what had happened last night. She distinctly remembered going to sleep in the chair. And awoke, naked, in Ruarke’s robe, in Ruarke’s bed.
At the breakfast table, she peered surreptitiously at Ruarke. She’d caught him looking at her a couple of times but couldn’t read his thoughts. Had she brazenly and nakedly marched in and crawled into bed with him? Her cheeks burned. Her body told her that he’d been a gentleman or simply not interested. Either way, she wanted to bury herself in a deep dark hole and pull the sod over the top.
“Um—, Sir Rob, would you mind if I took today off? I’ll make it up—“
He held his hand up to silence her. “Of course not, honey.”
“I was hoping Rosarita could take the day off too.”
“Sí! Sí! Thrift store shopping?” At Santee’
