I was tired. Too tired for this annoying shit. I had to admit, though, he looked devastatingly sexy in his cut-off sweatpants. They sat low on his hips and exposed some of my favorite sweet spots. Taut, rippled abs and those wonderful hollows right along his hipbones that lead straight to the good stuff. He grinned at me, shirtless and sleep-rumpled. Yum."No. Don't close those bedroom eyes again. We have a case. Let's go. Up and at ‘em. We have to pack. A six-hour drive awaits.""Six hours?” I groaned. “Where are we going? Mars?""Glastonbury, Connecticut. A novice innkeeper wants her house cleared in time for her grand opening on Halloween.""That's tomorrow,” I grunted. I rolled over, stretched, and allowed myself to revel for an instant. I was wearing Trip's over-washed Austin Powers Shagalicious tee shirt, and it was as soft as butter against my skin."Exactly. Hence the rushing-around part. We're meeting the rest of the gang in an hour. Now let's go!” He delivered a hearty smack to my bare ass and I yelped."Oooh.
