Brent waited in the bedroom. “You look edible.” He showed her the closet for her clothes and turned to the bed. “Don’t feel you have to unpack now, but feel free to do whatever you like. I need to rest a while to get the weight off the leg.” “Thanks.” She watched him unbutton his shirt and her mouth dried. He wasn’t going to strip right here in front of her, was he? She should leave and afford him some privacy, but somehow her legs refused to obey her mind. The long-sleeved shirt landed on the chair next to the bed and she bit her lip to keep her mouth from dropping open. Damn, he looked like his image was superimposed onto a Greek god. She tore her gaze from his broad shoulders and her breath hitched as the muscles rippled in his abdomen. A faint line of dark hair disappeared into the top of his jeans. When his hands reached for the button on his jeans, Samantha’s knees gave way, but she locked them in place. She had to get out of there before she made a fool of herself.
