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

Autore: Jill Shalvis

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.<br /><br />"All I have left is my pants," he said.<br /><br />"Yes, please."<br /><br />"It's cold, Chloe."<br /><br />She tilted her head. "Are you worried about shrinkage?"<br /><br />Well, he was now.<br /><br />-Chloe and Sawyer - Jill Shalvis

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