Something light fell across her knees, and Lisa reluctantly opened her eyes to see the blue cotton shirt Clancy had been wearing now draped across her outstretched legs. “Keep covered,” he said tersely. “You’re too fair to be exposed to a strong sun for long periods without protection. You should have worn slacks instead of those shorts. Don’t you ever go to the beach?” “When I get the chance. New York in the winter doesn’t offer many opportunities for sunbathing.” He certainly didn’t need to worry about burning, she thought as her eyes traveled idly over him. His massive shoulders and broad, corded chest were as deeply bronzed as his face and rippled with power in the afternoon sunlight. The triangle of dark hair, lightly peppered with gray, matted his chest, then narrowed to a thin line before disappearing into the low-slung waistband of his jeans. Lisa felt a sudden tingling in her palms as she wondered what it would feel like to put her hands on that springy cloud.
