She’d spent the entire night chasing sleep and having it evade her. The thought of Wade sleeping just across the hall sent her brain into a sensual frenzy. All night long she conjured images of his warm muscular body entwined between the sheets. He didn’t strike her as the flannel pajamas type; she wondered if he slept in boxers, briefs or just plain in the buff. Those thoughts worried her mind all night long and wreaked havoc with her senses. Finally she’d thrown off the covers, discarded her sweatpants, tank top, and damp panties and taken a long cold shower. She was sitting on the living room couch reading the paper when he ambled in. “What are you doing up so early?” he asked. He dropped his weight into a leather armchair. She placed the paper that was shielding her face on the couch and she had to stifle a groan. Wade was wearing a thick terry bathrobe that was tied loosely around his waist. He looked gorgeous with his sleep rumpled dark locks and a shadow of growth on his jaw.
