With no alarm clock, she'd slept in, but apparently she wasn't the only one. Every other morning, he'd already been up by the time she woke up. She hadn't been quiet taking her shower and getting dressed in slightly more casual jean shorts and white shirt, and in no way had she tip-toed out of the bedroom. But now she did as she stepped closer to him. He slept on his back. He was shirtless and the comforter was around his waist, giving her a very good view of his chest. Remembering their kiss yesterday, her pulse kicked up at the sight of him. The kiss had occupied her thoughts until she'd fallen asleep. What made it worse was she couldn't honestly tell herself she hadn't wondered for some time what it would be like to kiss him. Despite knowing he was engaged to her half-sister, she liked how often, although casually, he touched her. But it was an arranged engagement, now broken, she reminded herself. Which was probably why his touches hadn't been casual last night. His head turned, and she nearly jumped, afraid of being caught spying.
