“Did you check the stove was off.”
“Mm.”
“No, you didn’t.” Kodi tried to throw his arm off her stomach and get up from the floor, but he only pressed harder and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Bishop!”
This ‘sleepover in the den’ idea had been a bad one, but because she was willfully stupid and apparently driven by a hormonal desire to pretend she didn’t know when he was trying to be crafty, she had agreed.
And here they were. Blankets, pillows - her in some shorts and a T-shirt he had picked up on a quick trip to the nearest tourist shop, and him - in his boxer briefs, at least at first. He’d cited body heat problems. She’d threatened to knee him in the groin and give him new problems.
She suspected that he only acquiesced for the chance to throw the blankets off and stride over
