He gave me a mischievous grin and a steaming cup of coffee. “Hey, I got you some coffee.” Without hesitation, I grabbed the coffee. I held the cup up to my lips, with the bitter aroma pleasantly filling the air, and I took a sip. Shane knew how to make my coffee? “Thanks. Did you make this or did Lea?” His eyebrows burrowed together and his face darkened. He stood up and yanked off his shirt, the same one he’d worn last night, and threw it in my hamper. “Don’t worry, Grace, they’re still sleeping. No one will think we had sex, and if anyone asks, I’ll make sure everyone knows you don’t want me,” he snapped, as he rummaged through a bag near the door. Did he actually have a bag of clothes here in my freaking room, as if he was moving in? He pulled out another tee shirt and held it in his hands, standing there waiting for me to reply. His muscles were taut and tense. He really is too sexy for his own good.
