Chapter 117: Hunter's Bedroom
Beside the fireplace in Hunter's bedroom, Poppy stared into the flames and sighed contentedly. After they'd returned to the house, they'd headed upstairs and taken advantage of the huge master shower, spending some time sensually washing one another.
While she'd quickly dried her hair, Hunter had built a fire and arranged a blanket and some pillows in front of the huge stone fireplace. When she'd emerged wearing only the flannel shirt from the mountain cabin, he'd given a low whistle.
"Hot damn."
"Hot damn yourself," she'd returned, scanning him from the top of his still-damp hair to his bare toes and everywhere in between. He'd slipped on a pair of jeans but hadn't bothered with a shirt. Which suited her just fine.
She liked everything about his
