Unable to get back to sleep, she climbed out of bed and pulled on her pale blue sundress, then peeked out the door of her room to listen for activity in the house. Met by silence, she crept down the stairs as quietly as she could. She realized someone else was up, however, once she reached the living room and breathed in the welcoming aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Following the aroma to the kitchen, she found Clay seated at the table, sipping from a mug with a newspaper spread out before him.“Oh, good morning,” he said cheerfully when he saw her. “Morning,” Jordan muttered, blinking at him in surprise. Even in her bleary morning state, it would’ve been hard not to notice that he was bare-chested, wearing only his pajama bottoms. It was also quite apparent that the physical demands of Clay’s former job had resulted in an athletic physique, with muscles that were much enhanced from the ones she remembered. By the time she realized she was staring, and raised her eyes to his, it was too late to pretend she hadn’t been gawking.
