Sawyer rubbed his chin against her temple. Her natural sexy scent weaved with the earthy smell of the bonfire. He hadn’t been sure if she’d agree to head off into the darkened woods with him, much less up the river. Cade and Monroe would drop his truck off later and had strict instructions not to interrupt if Regan’s car was still out front. Nerves and anticipation battled, much as they had when he was a teenager with her. It seems some things hadn’t changed. But some things had. They were adults, and instead of snatching time in the back of a truck or on a blanket under a tree or in his boat, he had a king-sized bed upstairs and all night long. He set her down once they reached the patio where the footing was less precarious. The back door was unlocked. He waved her inside first, unlacing and toeing off his muddy boots. The hall light provided dim illumination. Tension ratcheted higher. He ran his hands down the back of his jeans. “Do you want a drink or something?” He stepped forward, opened a cabinet, and pulled down a bottle.
