Chapter Eight
Madison’s clipboard clattered to the floor. She didn’t bother to reach for it. She was prepared to catch Paul if he fell.
Though how she would manage that, she had no idea. She’d only seen the man sitting or lying prone in a bed. She had no idea just how tall he was. He stood well over six feet, towering over her even in her high heels.
Neither had she been prepared for just how broad he was. Unlike the hotel bed she’d slept in last night, she could fit her whole body against Major Paul Hanson’s chest and still have room to toss and turn. The man was a California king size bed. Which meant that if he did fall, her twin-sized body would be crushed.
So why didn’t that thought make her move out of his way?
Maybe because she had never felt both dwarfed by and secure in front
