Chapter Seven
JT walked into the living room fifteen minutes later dressed in the navy blue sweat pants and gray T-shirt she had found for him. It was one of the baggy outfits she usually wore while on her morning runs. She’d never look at those decrepit things again in the same way. The soft material sculpted every inch of his body. Krista found herself envying the cloth wrapped around him. His ebony hair was slicked back from his forehead, accentuating his dark, almond-shaped eyes. Krista swallowed hard. “How was your shower?”
“It was adequate.”
“Glad to hear it.” She jumped up from her spot on the couch. For the past fifteen minutes she had tried to get into the novel she had plucked from the shelf of books. The same Stephen King book JT had handled hours ago. She felt foolish. “Is y
