“Home sweet home,” Finn said, offering me a towel to dry off with. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I would hope not. Everything about this place represents your work. Your soul is somewhere in this cabin.”
“That’s a good way of putting it, Chad. You sound like one of my super fans.”
“I do,” I admitted.
He stepped up to me, helped me out of my light jacket, and dropped it to the floor. A fire burned in the hearth, offering heat and light. He told me to step in front of it, joining me. Before I realized what started between us, he reached down for the rim of my T-shirt and yanked it over my head.
“We need to get you out of these wet clothes.”
I didn’t mind his knuckles dragging up and across my flat and firm torso. I missed the touch of a man and craved his forwardness. Honestly,
