Chapter 7
“Rise and shine, city boy.” Nathan jolted awake when Julie kicked his bed.
Damn but he’d looked cute all curled asleep in his bed. Cute, hell, she was more than half tempted to wake him with a kiss and see if last night’s had been as real as she was remembering. While they’d kissed, he’d just held her. Not groped or even gone for a quick “accidental” feel. He’d just snugged his arms around her waist and held her tight. It had felt mighty good.
He blinked at her in sleepy surprise and pulled the covers up tightly around his neck. By the neatly folded clothes on his chair, she could see that he didn’t even wear underwear to bed, unless he was a pajama man. He didn’t strike her as a pajama man.
“Wha’?” he mumbled as he twisted to look toward the window—it was still pitch dark. T
