Page 5 of Huckleberry Hill
And because I was insane, I pushed my head deeper into his pillow and inhaled, needing another fix of his scent.
And then I thought of him . . .
Gianni always smelled like expensive Italian cologne. The memory flashed and then vanished.
Realizing what I was doing, I quickly pulled away from the pillow and sat up.
I slid my legs out from underneath the covers. The wooden floor was chilly on my bare feet. It was late spring, but the bite of winter still hung in the air.
After I used the bathroom, I came out into the living room. Declan was sitting on the couch, bare-chested, having a cup of coffee.
“You’re not cold?” I blurted out.
“Nope.” He looked at me, a few days of dark scruff covering his jaw. “I brought your suitcase inside. And your keys.”
“Thanks.”
“Coffee’s on. You’re welcome to pour yourself a cup.”
“I should probably get over to the main house.”
“Get dressed, pour yourself a cup, and I’ll walk you over there. Consider me bear repellent.”
He flashed a grin.
My gaze narrowed.
“What?”
“You’re flirting,” I said.
“Oh, so you noticed?” His grin widened. “I was flirting with you last night too. And you were kinda flirting back.”
I gasped. “I was not.”
“Hate to break it to you, bear snack, but you kinda were.”
“It was late, and my life was in in danger.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “But I’ve had a few hours of sleep now and I’m in my right mind again.”
He cleared his throat.
“What?” I demanded.
He gestured with his chin at my chest.
I looked down. Due to the chill in the room, my nipples were standing at attention. Saluting General McFlirty.
“Ah, hell,” I muttered. I marched over to my suitcase and grabbed my keys which rested on the handle. “I’m going to change.”
“Not on my account, I hope. I like the current view,” he said with a cheeky smile.
“Didn’t my dad tell you the rules when you started working here?”
“Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning?”
“Powell daughters are off-limits.”
“Off-limits for what?”
