“Yeah, what?” Sean just laughed. She was usually so cheerful and pleasant – granted, more to her customers than to him, but still, overall she was pretty laid-back and easy-going. He appreciated that more than he could tell her - not that she hadn’t warned him about what she was like before a civilized hour. “Wow, you really are little Mary Sunshine in the mornings, aren’t you?” “Bite me. What do you want, and you’d better make it good, Maddox; I’m standing here dripping onto my carpet.” Sean’s entire body clenched. “You mean you just got out of the shower?” “Yes,” Tessa replied distractedly, trying to simultaneously talk on the phone contorting herself into an acrobatic position as she attempted to wrap her long hair with a towel. “And you’re standing there naked right now?” He didn’t know why he was asking these questions. They were only driving him crazy, and with his truck out of commission he couldn’t do a thing about it. “Yes . . .” “Totally naked?” Sometimes – especially first thing in the morning – she could be a little dense. It took her a bit to catch onto why he was dwelling on what was essentially the same question rephrased five different ways. Laughing softly, she let her voice get all throaty and low. “And what might you be wearing at this moment in time, Mr.
