Chapter Five
Breakfast was sourdough pancakes and canned ham. Melony had never eaten so much as she had since she arrived here. And she had never slept so well, even on that small, uncomfortable army cot. Her state of relaxation was short-lived though as Hunter turned from the sink—he refused her help with the dishes—and she saw his bare chest beneath the unbuttoned shirt. Her blood sped into high-gear and she wondered, not for the first time since walking in here earlier, if he was taunting her on purpose.
She clutched the coffee mug between her hands, eyes plastered on that smooth upper body of his. She had always thought chest hair made a man more masculine, but Hunter's hairless chest was the sexiest, most virile thing she had ever had the pleasure of gawking at. It was also disconce
