6“This is a nice way to wake up.”
Sophia’s eyes popped open as she stared into Clay’s shadowy dark-chocolate ones. Mesmerized, she let her gaze follow his lips as they rose into a knowing grin. She scrambled into a sitting position, but promptly lost her balance and fell back onto the object of her discomfort. Clay.
Could this get any worse? Horrified, and with jumbled nerves, she couldn’t get her brain to think straight. She tried to ignore Clay’s low chuckle as she tried for a second time to push herself off his chest…his wonderfully hard, muscled chest.
“Oh, just stop it,” she muttered to herself.
“I haven’t done anything.”
Her gaze flew up to meet his, and he grinned wider. “Ohhh!” She gave him her best glare and scooted to the end of the wagon.
“It’s a woman thing, Clay.” Martin
