She ran her gaze over his chest with frank appreciation. Then he shivered, realizing he hadn't really considered the weather. It was forty-five degrees max, but Chloe was giving him a go-on gesture with her hand.
"All I have left is my pants," he said.
"Yes, please."
"It's cold, Chloe."
She tilted her head. "Are you worried about shrinkage?"
Well, he was now.
-Chloe and Sawyer
Autor: Jill Shalvis